As they waved goodbye to the remaining guests, Matthew caught sight of Connie's bemused gaze, trying hard to convince himself that he'd made the right... decision. Heather was bubbly and fun, coy and demure all at the same time, whereas Connie was, for want of a better description, a gold-digging slut. Not that that the slut part was completely without appeal.During the journey they chatted breathlessly. When Heather enquired of his family, Matthew told her of his sisters in England and how he. "We still haven’t been to the Jumbo-tron yet and we absolutely would love to have you join us." Good idea. You lead the way."Bionca and Pamela started towards one of the sit down movie projector rides. While they were walking ahead of him Tim couldn't help but to appreciate the drastic difference in shape of the three women's asses that were presently keeping him company. Mrs. Harrum in her just a step below slutty body hugging sweat suit, with the short bottoms coming just an inch below her. "Well, don't just stand there, stupid. Clean me up." Um, I don't usually touch ..." he began."I don't give a dead fuck what you do or usually don't do. Get my cock cleaned up or I'm going to shove it down her throat as is and she can taste her own shit for all I care. Get busy."Larry reached out and started wiping at my cock with the washcloth."Yeah, that's it," I hissed. "Get the balls, too."Larry gingerly reached up and swabbed tenderly at my balls, one at a time."You like that, don't. I think the problem was, we had created a square peg while on vacation and were now trying to cram it into a round hole.Walking home on that sunny Saturday morning, I started feeling a little more upbeat. The discomfort wasn't between us, but was a result of trying to shift from father and daughter to being a couple in love. Instead of trying to pry a square peg into a round hole, I reasoned, why not simply make the hole bigger? I couldn't believe I didn't figure this out sooner. This wasn't.