But, now what do I do? What do I want to do? Should I be getting married? Should I go back to school?'Hugh's mind wandered over the events of the few ...months. He had been very busy, helping Erin, doing the laundry, keeping the house neat, planning the wedding, doing the shopping, filling out his wardrobe, studying up on prenatal care, lining up a pediatrician, getting checkups, exercising. It had been a busy, frantic, wild, crazy, totally wonderful time.'And fun, ' Hugh smiled broadly. He had. In the meantime, John had unzipped his trousers and eased his cock out. Ann told me to stroke it. As I did so I could feel myself also getting hard. Ann withdrew her hand from between my legs. She moved the camera up again. Turning her chair to face me, she pulled her tee shirt up to expose her breasts and told me to suck. As I turned and lowered my head to comply, she brushed my long wig forward to obscure my face. Alternately I took each of Ann’s proffered breasts in my mouth and suckled,. Both ladies had, as a remembrance, given them an album of pictures of both of them. Mostly nudes. They knew that Sam and Misti would enjoy seeing them as much as the men did.The night wore on, and as the conversation waned. Each of them decided that they were tired, and needed sleep to cope with the next days activities. It was promising to be nearly equal to the affair when they moved the Elledges, and the Mayfields into their new home. The weather was supposed to be in the mid 80s tomorrow,. Jimmy Logan tapped my leg under the desk, passing a note. I unfolded it, ‘You’re beautiful!’ I looked to the other side of the room, Rich Roebuck gesticulated, pointing to Connie. Simultaneously, Jimmy hissed, ‘Pass it on’, with a ventriloquist face. I passed it on. Connie read the note, gave Roebuck a beautiful smile, passed a reply back and broke my heart. I told her at break that Roebuck was a bully. Connie was angry, apparently Rich was a ‘dreamboat’ and I was ‘jealous’. They became an item.