“Was I this nervous when I married Alyssa?” I asked Doc, who like me was wearing a white tuxedo with khaki pants and sandals.“Don’t remember,�...�� he said. “I was too drunk to care.”“Glad to see some things never changed,” I said, sniffing the bourbon that was no doubt soaked into his clothing. “We got any idea when the preacher arrives?”“Oh, he’s here,” Doc said. “Who do think brought the bourbon?”I could only laugh at that one. “I’m going back to my room to watch the guests filter in.”But instead. ”He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth harder and harder. “Tell me you love it,” he said. Cindy had always loved the taste of milk. She wanted to answer him but was waiting for him to take his penis out of her mouth first. “Say it,” he demanded. “I wuv it,” mumbled Cindy around his cock. He turned her head in his hands so his cock pressed against the inside of her cheek. She could feel the head of his penis bulging out, making it hard to keep sucking. “I’ll never get the milk out at this. He had forgotten how flip Deetz could be and Angus wondered, during the six or so years they hadn’t seen one another, if bitterness toward his father had engulfed his friend’s soul like syrup caked in day old flapjacks. Deetz, who’s clairsentience powers couldn’t allow him to dismiss the facts of what just happened, ran after Angus. It was all quite the melodrama, worthy of one of Deetz’s Hollywood movies. “Angus! Angus!” he called. “Please. Come on!” After a few steps down the walkway, Angus. “How cute.”Her eyes squeezed into slits as a smile touched her cherry-red lips. Then she stepped aside and pointed at the chair.“Assied-toi, chéri. Please be seated.”Lucian looked from her to Harper, who shrugged. The boy pointed at his own hair.“You’ll get a haircut,” he said. “A bob like us, the usual.”Lucian leaned back, closing his eyes as hot water hit his scalp. Fingers ran through his hair, getting tangled up in its curls.“I’m Mackenzie. Everyone calls me Mac.” He supposed the voice.