Regis in Atlanta, and I was just told by one of my other sorority sisters that I need an escort for the evening. I immediately thought of you. Would y...u be kind enough to escort me to the reception?" As long as you don't insist that I participate in the garter toss contest, I will be happy to accompany you. At the St. Regis, huh? I assume it is black tie." Yes it is. Sorry." Oh, that's fine. No problem. I just wanted confirmation. This is just the reception, right? I don't have to go to the. His crotch riding through Joel’s head, slapping it down again and causing another spray of blood. Peter’s own face mowed through the grass while he struggled to get his hands free from his trouser pockets. Hoping to arrest his forward motion.The final resting place of the two of them had Joel flat on his back with his arms stretched out to his sides trembling. Peter legs where astride of Joel, pinning him down, with his crotch covering his face. Peter’s remained planted in the ground with one. The bed and sex side of things didn’t bother me unduly, I’d long ago given up trying to compete with Malcolm, or any of Jill’s other big-cocked lovers, in the purely physical and sexual stakes. So, I wasn’t worried by this, in fact, quite the opposite. My long-standing kinky enjoyment of the thought of Jill being bedded so well was fully alive and well and filling my veins with all kinds of happiness endorphins.But the conversations I knew they’d be having was another matter entirely. Knowing. She put the pasta in a bowl and sat it on the counter.Then she poured the hot marinara sauce and meatballs into another bowl, setting it beside the pasta on the counter. Jack placed the salad on the table, then he put the bowls of pasta and sauce on there too. Ariel took the bread from the oven, put the hot slices on a plate and put it on the table. "Jack, could you please get the grated cheese and salad dressing from the fridge and the wine from the freezer for me?" she asked him. He smiled.