I still wasn't entirely sure what this new gig was going to be like; the pay was good, but my job was essentially going to be buzzing around the town ...overing trivial local events. It was a pretty big step down from my job back at the city and honestly, kind of felt beneath me."Don't sweat it," Jess said, as if reading my thoughts. How the fuck does she do that? "It might not be glamorous, but the pay is comfortable and it's stable, plus," she stepped closer and kissed my cheek, "you'll be home. The sweet torment began again, only this time with both nipples delightfully aching from being twisted and pulled, the rise and fall of pressure over and over again... highlighted by the pain of her bitten lower lip. Marci's desire continues to grow along with her mounting sexual tension. Her pussy cried out to be touched, so she raised her left thigh crossing it over the right, and squeezing them together to offer any kind of pressure to it in the meantime. The delicious pain and pleasure of. I laughed, my tone playful. “Well, I guess it’s up to me to do my best to keep my thoughts focused, since it’s obvious that restraining yourself might be impossible.”Gabriella stuck her tongue out at me, only to look at me apologetically for the third time in a row.I chuckled as she headed back to her small bedroom to grab what she needed for the night, just in case we decided not to come back here for some reason. Then, once she was ready, we headed back out to the car.Once we were on the. She set the date for the event to be on my birthday; the wedding was set for two weeks after. One afternoon, about a week and a half before my birthday, mom came into my room and sat down on the bed."It's time to pick your aunts." She said.O.K., I was confused. "Aunts?" I asked."Aunts." She replied. "The aunts are wives who participate in the ceremony with you since it would be inappropriate for me to do so. They are called aunts because in ancient times your mothers sister, or sisters, would.