I got up to check it out."I'm sorry to bother you, but I wondered if you would like to see the Northern Lights?" It was our host from earlier."Why yes..., we would," I said, as we followed her over to the next room. It was vacant, and it too had the large windows. The lights were off and there was a teenaged girl sitting in a chair and looking out the window. I looked toward the area just above Lake Superior on the horizon. At first I saw nothing. Gradually, the sky became alive as sheets of white. You up for the challenge?”“You betcha.”“And I saw the video of Bert ‘n’ Kara’s wedding. Ours will be just about that formal.”“Got it. As your matron of honor, I will attend to that,” she said. “But you gotta know, everybody’s gonna want a piece of this.”“I hope so,” I said. “My biggest fear was that I’d walk in this morning and everybody’d think I was a slut or something...”“For marrying Aaron? You got a catch there. And most of us are NOT gonna say anything about you doing what we did. Like I. Agreed?”At that point I would have agreed to anything, “Fuck yes, Carla is my girl friend, I love the way she sucks my cunt, oh yes, make me cum Carla, I am your slut, your slut girlfriend.”Carla looked up at me as she vacuumed my clit into her wet mouth and lashed at it mercilessly with her tip of her tongue, at the same time she twisted two fingers into my tight cunt. The harder she licked and fucked me the more I grinded my clit and pussy against face and fingers. I started to orgasm. "Oh. The fact that he couldn't hear her didn't bother him; he figured that she was upstairs, going about her business. Knowing that he would be able to hear her coming long before she could see him made him bold. He stood up and rummaged quietly about the perfect kitchen.The first thing he noticed was the crock pot, standing alone on the countertop beside the fridge, clearly the origin of the delicious onion smell. Walking around the island, he found a purse sitting on a shelf, half-open, beckoning.