There just had to be a way to stop the wedding, which was day after tomorrow. I knew if I kept thinking something would come to me.The next morning, w...hen I was in the middle of my gravy and biscuits and cantaloupe, my best friend Lily Culpepper called and said she wanted me to meet her in the park. She was running errands for her Mama, who was five months pregnant with twins, and would have time to eat a picnic lunch with me if I'd pick up the burgers at Mr. Q's Corner.Thus, around noon I was. I stepped around to the side of the now sweat and cum drenched bed and stroked my cock wildly until I sprayed an enormous load of spunk all over Joy’s face, hair, and hanging titties! What a sight she was! Still straddling Mac on hands and knees with her ass up high, Joy was oozing gobs and wads of sperm from every orifice on her body and most of her flesh and “ Fuck Me “ outfit was soaked with excess ejaculate. Her shaven pussy was gaping open with cum running out and a weakening flow of sweet. The question was, would I be letting myself in for more pain than it was worth when it ended? He wasn't moving back here, after all. He was just here to do a job and then he'd leave. I'd be alone again.I think about things too much. What's the Nike motto? Just do it. Make a decision and go. Let the pieces fall where they may.When I stopped thinking so hard, I noticed he was staring at me with a confident smile on that handsome face of his. Did he know what I was thinking? Did it matter? What. Dad had gotten the latter 'under the table' so to speak. Coincidently after a trip through Arizona so I assumed it came out of the Pima boneyard.But, while dad was a ham and loved it he still loved farming and, when his dad had an accident with a grain auger, he moved back to the farm and took over most of the manual labor. Shortly after, that he married my mom, whom he'd met when she was a secretary at Collins, and they build a house on the farm ... just far enough away from Grandpa's to.