“Do we?” Liz asked again.“I guess not,” I said (because that was obviously the only answer that would suffice). “While we’re talking about...secrets ... do you ever plan to tell people about ... the wedding?”“Mr. Blakely, you might not be aware of this but there are customs to be observed,” Liz said in her best imitation of a haughty ice princess. It still left me confused. I wasn’t sure what sort of customs she was talking about. So I asked.“Huh?” I wondered.Liz rolled her eyes and clicked her. I finally found my assignment and rushed back to the auto. By the time I reached my house, it was 12 pm and the roads were lonely. I got off the auto and tried to reach my purse. I figured out that I lost my purse somewhere on the way.I told the auto driver that I lost my purse and will give you tomorrow. He told I’m not going anywhere without the money. I asked him to wait and went inside my flat and searched for money but I couldn’t find it as I put all the money in the purse itself. In vain,. We decided we would sit out on the patio, have some refreshments, and let everyone get to know each other before going to dinner. That was the plan, but it was ridiculously hot yesterday so we just ended up sitting inside. Because it was so hot, we ended up drinking WAY more Sangria than we should have. At least it led to an amazing evening… So everyone was sitting at the bar/island that I have in the kitchen and I was standing near the sink. Matt was sitting at the end of the island and he. I didn't bother to put on any clothes. After all Vanessa wouldn't be seeing me, or so I thought. Fifteen minutes later I had taken up my position behind a convient tree, binoculars in one hand, cock in the other. Vanessa must have settled for a short swim, because she was just exiting the water as I arrived. I let go of my dick just long enough to focus the binoculars, and then I feasted my eyes on a close-up view of Vanessa's jiggling boobs and dripping wet pussy-hair. As if she could tell.