I had an inkling what he was asking but didn’t want to suggest too much. “What are you talking about ground rules?” I asked. Darin chimed in “...is it ok if we fuck your wife” . “What makes you think that’ll happen?” I asked. Tyson answered “nothing, but is it cool if it does? Or are you scared?” I wasn’t scared. I was confident now that they’d both be fucking Jessie by Sunday evening. Darin and Tyson showed up at Jessie and my apartment shortly before 1 on Sunday. Jessie was wearing a sweatshirt. "Feeling her nipple harden beneath my fingers as she spoke, I began to wish I could trade some of my sports and science prowess for creative writing."Would you write some for me?" I asked."We'll see," she teased me back. "You need to build up your favour bank, lassie; especially when you see the toy my mystery man made for you."My heart skipped a beat. I bought Belinda a strapless strap-on dildo some months ago and I wear it to make love to her. She wanted to return the favour but couldn't find. I pulled my cock out & shot my load all over her face, it was on her forehead,nose,cheek in her hair &around her mouth. Some had dripped onto her cleavage. "Undo your dress a bit, I will run to the gent's & get some tissue to clean you up" I said. I walked out of the cubicle,upto the security gaurd & said."What sort of a place is this ? I have just had a prostitute accost me in cubicle 5. It's a disgrace" then off I marched waiting for her to be thrown out like a cheap whore. I sat across from. It had been almost impossible to find a minister or justice of the peace who would marry them on that day. Finally, in desperation, Mary had Googled ‘Pastor Kringle’ and found a pastor by that name only a couple hours drive from where they lived. Because of his name, he understood and agreed to officiate. His first name was Christopher, spelled with a ‘K,’ so on Christmas Day, five years ago, Mary Christmas was joined to Paul Davis in holy matrimony by none other than Pastor Kris Kringle,.