‘To my beloved wife Julie. You have been the author of all of the happiest times in my life. This is to us… today… tomorrow… and forever more.... If the rest of our days are half as wonderful as our time together so far has been, I shall die the happiest man that ever lived. A Votre Sante!’ There was a cheer and a toast. Aunt Betty got up and said some nice words about us, too. When she put down the mike the servers took that as their cue to begin serving a feast you could only get in Las Vegas. . "That's not as simply as you make it sound Dad. Can I ask some things about this or don't you want to talk about it?" Carol asked. I sighed because I knew Carol would not give up once she wanted to know something. "Go ahead ask and I will try and answer your questions." "What are the girls like, are they old or younger? Are they different races? Do they take off their clothes? How much does it cost?" At this point I stopped Carol and said "One question at a time please. The girls I see are. This was going to be interesting. She pulled up the girl’s number and connected.“It’s me.”“Yeah.”The older daughter was a girl of few words today, apparently. Suzanne remembered how chatty she was when they’d first met a few years ago, a cheerful girl, full of questions as Suzanne, along with other MPD detectives, assisted at a public function the then-senator was attending with his family, not long after they’d arrived in Washington to begin the senator’s first term.They’d had a connection,. Then I wondered why he had never asked anything until now. He replied that he didn’t think it was polite to inquire about such private matters.I noticed that his dick was fully hard again so I sat on it and began moving up and down slowly. I said that at least part of him likes how sexy I am. He groaned and spurted inside of me then turned me over without getting soft and fucked me hard until we both came. Our sex life went into overdrive when I told him more about my pussy’s past ... at least.