He had a dress shirt without a tie (who wears ties anymore?), and had a strong, clean cut chin.“Hello?” (deep voice), he said with a smile.“Nice...to meet you, sir,” I replied.“No need for the ‘sir’ stuff, I like to think that we will comfortable with one another working together, and this interview should be no different.”I nodded.“Unfortunately, there’s been an unexpected change of plans, and I have to fly to a meeting in another city, but the return flight is tonight, so you can come along and. How long would the supply last? Shit, so many details. Running the water for the coffee made me realize that I needed to pee, so I started back to my bedroom. Shit, I had closed the door when I came out to start the coffee and it had locked behind me.I noticed that the door to the other bedroom was opened and so I walked over to see if I could get into that bathroom without disturbing Irene or Kari. I looked at them as I walked by the bed and was surprised to see them sleeping in a naked tangle. The door’s locked. I can be quick. What do you say?” He asked, giving a light, encouraging thrust against her rear. Just the feel of him was making her wet, and she had wanted him for a long time. It was far too tempting. She answered by pushing back against him and rubbing one of her long legs over his, making him grin. He kissed her neck some more, biting and sucking – but only lightly. His hands now rested on her hips, pulling her up against the huge bulge in his pants. She leaned her head. The 'I do' part would perk up their attitudes, I thought. Sure enough, it did.Finally, Irene Bailey instructed Barry, "You may now kiss your bride." He obeyed his instructions with as much grace as possible - I've found it very difficult to kiss someone on cue, in front of an attentive crowd, and make it look at all natural. The crowd 'ooh'ed and 'ah'ed and clapped appropriately, and the loving couple, dressed only in their love and a handful of trinkets, were turned by Irene to face the.