"The brutish phallus curved wickedly upwards as it grew thicker and harder, growing hotter in Jimmy's mouth as he sucked past the head and down the sh...aft without getting more than a quarter of the way towards his huge, hairy balls. He gripped the big man's firm buttocks and tried to pull himself further along without success, gagging as it choked his throat."You'll never make it," Paul gloated, "will he bitch?"Dan stroked his erection and grimaced as he felt his master pulling the plug in and. "Okay,ladies, are we ready?" "As ready as we'll ever be," I said.Christie and I got into one cart, Kimberly took the other and off wewent. This was my first time out in drag in daylight and I was morescared than I was last night. I almost had a panic attack when the cartsputtered and died half way to the club house. I got into Kimberly's cartto make the broken down cart lighter. Christie steered the disabled cartand Kimberly pushed it with hers. We kept our fingers crossed, hopingthis one. His JoAnn, dead giving some guy a blow job. The raw thoughts ran through his mind and he began his campaign to put it behind him. Then came the whirlwind of the funeral and the gatherings. He was, in all of that really thankful to Carol Ann, her mother, for being as helpful and strong as she was. He, in his shock, at the same time, was trying to deal with it, fitting into this role of father/dad and now widower. He’d always seen himself as the jock, the football guy, the coach. Those were his. You tied it around my eyes, and then I heard you say a few words to the chauffer. A few moments later a car door slammed and the sound of wheels crunching on gravel disturbed the serene surroundings. As the sound of the car faded into the sound of birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze the reality of the situation hit me. I was now married to my best friend. He was my husband and I, his wife. We were on our honeymoon in a secluded location that I didn’t even know anything about.