My bride liked the way the Stranger looked at her. I was sure of my wife's love. If he excited her, he fascinated me. His attraction to my bride was a...credit to my good taste, and to my ability to win her as my wife."Were you married in a church?" the Stranger asked."Yes," my bride answered. It is the church I have attended with my family ever since I was baptized there." That is sweet," the Stranger said. "I wish I could have attended. I would have given you a memorable wedding gift. I also. Darren sighed, his erection twitching and thickening. “Think I need to see this monster,” said Anne, withdrawing her hand and grasping his waistband. “Oh yes, wow. Oh my, that’s a beauty,” she said as she unveiled Darren’s black baton. He lifted one foot at a time out of the fallen boxers, motions which sent his tube swaying and swinging against his thick thighs. Anne used her right hand to lift up his impressive meat and exhaled a long, desirous sigh as the weight and heat nestled in her. ”“Tell her my heart’s taken.”She rested her head against his thigh, still playing with his cock. “It’s your big cock she wants.”“No.”“She likes older guys.”“Just no.” He patted her head. “Towel,” he said.She reached for one and stood up. “Let me do it.”“Baby…” he groaned. But he raised his arms as she began drying him. He got out of the tub, grinning while she dried his chest, his cock, his face, his neck. She stopped for a moment to embrace him, her head on his chest, squeezing him tight.He. He just likes to be known as the “Construction Manager.” When asked him about it that afternoon, Mike just relied that, “people want to know what you do for a living when they ask about your work, not what you own. I don’t like it when people start kissing by butt when they find out I own the place. I want my relationships to be authentic.” Abbey hardly knew the guy but found she liked him more and more with each passing day. He looked at things differently than anyone she had ever met. That.