On further examination of the property we discovered a small cellar. Itcontained the central heating unit, water heaters, and enough ladders andother ...quipment to provide what would be needed to do the job. If only Iknew how to figure out an estimate for the exterior of the building. Ireally did want to do it all.. Maybe Mr. Hospin would give me a day toactually work on the building before providing him with a price. Ilaughed aloud at my own thoughts. Still, he knew that I wouldn'tovercharge. This was the same one who wanted to pop my lesbian cherry. “Go ahead, touch me,” she whispered. I put my hand out and started to feel her tits. I liked it, they felt good. I lowered my head and licked at them. “Suck my nipples,” she whispered sweetly. I did as she told me and began to relax. Another girl came up from behind me, kissing my neck and feeling my ass. “You like your pussy licked? Lay down!” The “pop my cherry girl” laughed and reminded me it would feel good. I laid down. I finally. Stan and Lita were also smiling.“I am assuming that you all know what is going on?”“Yup.”“And I was the only one who was in the dark?”“Yup.”“And you all think that this is pretty funny?”“Yup.” Kendi took my hand. “Do you still want to get married?”“Yup.”We kissed and followed Miss. Wilsome to a room. Rev Jerry went to the front of the room and set his folder on the table there.“Mr. O’Dell, please stand there, with your witness next to you. Miss...”“Kendi Jackson.”“Miss Jackson please stand here. That finally did the trick and a bit-too-tight or not, I finally exploded again and pretty much collapsed into an exhausted heap. Fredi got her turn now to do some housecleaning with her tongue to lick us both neat and more or less dry, but even with two dueling tongues a-wagging I couldn’t quite manage another erection.Grudgingly, they allowed me a few hours of sleep until I woke up sometime mid-morning to find a pair of eager mouths trying once more to bring my cock back to life, rather more.