How about the 14th of January?” I said. “It’s a Sunday, but...”“Huh?” she said.“For the ceremony,” I said.“Oh, okay. Sure,” she sa...d. “Sounds good.”The kissing and the hugging went on for a good length of time. Then we were sipping our after-dinner martinis.“Guests?” she said.“The folks at the Sand Bar of course. But who else would you have in mind?” I said, wondering at her facial expression.“Your family, maybe, your daughter... ?” she said. I frowned.“They are not my family,” I said.“Okay,. My last visit to Santa Monica Pier was at the end of a rather trying day with an arrogant and over-entitled S-O-B male star, and you helped me overlay my mixed memories with good ones. So yes, I’d love to show you the Pacific Wheel by night sometime; we’ll just have to agree a date. It’s a little too busy weekend nights, and work nights we’ll have to wait for the rush to die down a little. You up for it?”“Please! You want to try spontaneous, or are we gonna have to plan?”She grimaced, “Probably. ...this felt so good! Riding my ass on Vince's magnificent cock bent his thick manhood almost to the breaking point, but oh my god what this did to my lust level! Just through the roof! By now Vince's cock was as big and as hard as a baseball bat. He climbed on my ass and mercilessly pounded me back there. I trembled through four intense orgasms. OMG, can this hot hunk ever fuck! I momentarily wondered if Lynn, the bride, was getting fucked anywhere near this good on this, her wedding night.. Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee. The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom. As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping my brother-in-law was.