Then, it hit me. It had to be her. I answered it."Hello?" I said."Where are you Michael? I'm worried about you," she said."Well, if it isn't my used t...o be wife. I'm shacked up at a motel. I'll be looking for a better place tomorrow, but as for that; it's no longer any of your business," I said. Your relationship with me ended at 6:40 this evening—oh wait—I mean yesterday evening now I guess. I'll be seeing a lawyer in the morning. You might wanna get one of your own at some point." Michael!. “So, where’s the actual wedding?” I asked Taisha.“Central rotunda, you won’t get to see it until the time the doors open though,” she replied.“As good as this?” I asked, indicating with my arm.“Better, we pulled out all the stops for Amantil and Grigo.”“Will keep the newsies happy at least,” I chuckled.“Probably. They’ve been offering bribes to anyone who will give them a sneak peak of the venue, though as far as I’m aware, the secret still holds,” she grinned.“There have been no leaks,. Brandi had been up late on a Friday night, waiting impatiently for everyone to go to bed, trying to ignore the "itch" between her legs. School had sucked that week, and at home, there hadn't been a whole lot of oppurtunities for her to get insome "quality" time on her computer. During that long week, Brandi remembered how her mind had spun up constant fantasies, driving her crazy, until she was ready to explode. She had been so desperate to watch a cock plunging into some wet juicy pussy, to. It smells as if somebody goes "caca in Los Pantalones". Go take care of that mess. There are clean undies and jeans by the bed, okay. When you get done come back here in the kitchen. I want to walk you through the studio and show you the painting I'm starting. ..remember, I was telling you how hot you looked the other day when all of us got all freaky? Go, go go, you need a serious wipe-off, my dear. I don't know why on our bodies the sewer discharge pipe and the playground are right on top of.