His brain felt like tar. "What?" Your wedding reception," Meredith said patiently. "It's two weeks from tomorrow. Caitlyn asked us to come up because ...we offered to help with the planning and organization. Where is she, anyway?"Jon looked at her guileless face; at the equally bland expression on Brandon's. Then he looked at the Cranes. "Who told you." Who told us what?" Christa said."Hey, man, we're not blind," Zach said. "We've been in practice with you. You're like a walking zombie. But you. She and I were seniors in high school when I first met her, and there wasn’t a senior or junior boy in this town we didn’t fuck that year - and I mean doubling up together, to fuck them too.”“I’ll call Aunt Mavis tomorrow and see if she’ll come over to at least meet everyone. I’ll tell you right now, her body still looks as good as mine, naked ... and I work out all the time.“Every now and then when the weather’s good, I can talk her into playing a few sets of tennis with me. I nearly laughed. It was the design of a tool box used in every mill all over the state in the twenties. You could make it larger and smaller using the same basic set of plans. Not only did I love it, everyone who ever saw it loved it.Much later, the craftsman who built it and I went into business together. I drew the plans in my head, he put them on paper then we put it in kit form. We sold them on line, Since I could afford to put the kits on the Craft TV show. We could hardly keep the kits in stocked. The. My........faaccceee." My dick began throbbing in her hand. I wasn't sure how long I could hold off before I give her the facial she wants. She started stroking my dick again. I closed my eyes to try and think of something else so I wouldn't erupt right then and there. I was thinking of anything and everything when something unexpected happened."Fuck my tits." She said as she stopped stroking my shaft. "Really?" I asked, stupidly. "Yeah." Okay. If you say so." I said as I rolled over, straddling.