" Scott said and started to turn away. "There are plenty of guys who'd bend over backward to help you." He added."None of them can write a really grea... history paper." Candy exclaimed."Well then I guess you're out of luck." Scott said in a voice that told he was now more than a little annoyed."Wait!" Candy cried as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back."Hey!" Scott cried back as he pulled his arm back. "Can't you Rocketteers take no for an answer, you certainly can give it as one fast. Once he had a room, he fired up his laptop and took advantage of the wi-fi to go on-line. The wonderful power of Google soon helped him identify that a marriage license in Monroe would have been issued by the country clerk's office, working out of the county court. Typing in another search he found that he could access the Ouachita Parish County records on-line (for a small fee of course).Given he already knew the date that Johnny and Rose were married; it wasn't difficult to find a copy of. Before I knew it, I was in the guest house, my belt was unbuckled, and then my pants were down. Rachel was on her knees in front of her younger brother, namely me, servicing my stiff cock with her lips and tongue as if her life depended on it. She looked up at me, her adoration for me rather surprising in a way. Then again, maybe she admired the way that I kept so many ladies satisfied, though not without help, of course.I wasn't sure at the time, but I admit that I enjoyed that look of worship. I think I dreamed of her. I woke up to the memory of her smiling face. You bet I was smitten!! It was barely 6.30 am, an hour I hardly knew existed. I had to see her. I did a record ‘getting-ready’ act and was out at my friend’s place by 7.15 am. As I walked up their drive wondering what I could say to her, I saw her, all dressed and ready, sitting on the lawn, scribbling away in her diary. She sensed my presence, looked at me, said an absent-minded hi-there and continued to write. This.