Dean looked puzzled. “It’s from my mum,” explained Jennifer, giggling. “She always sends me strawberries and cream at Wimbledon. It started as...a joke when I was a junior, but now she always does it, for luck. Now come here.” She popped off the plastic lid and pulled back the foil top. Then with a giggle she took Dean’s cock and dipped it in the cream: not easy, since it was so erect. “Oh my,” she giggled, as Dean stood there, his cock looking so white, thick cream dripping off the end onto the. “There isn’t that much to tell anyway.”She grinned. “Ah, what do you know,” she said. “For example, tell me something about your side projects. Audiobooks, illustrations, games, and so on.”I put up my feet as well and sighed, kicking off my shoes to play with my toes against hers. “Oh yeah,” I said. “That could’ve gone better. We didn’t get to the audiobooks, there just wasn’t enough time. The illustrations – they’re actually pretty cool. I’ve had a few done, which I really liked overall, some. Hunter was looking at her with those honey brown eyes the same way he had looked at her weeks ago. The images of their sex flooded Melissa’s mind. She was on barstool style chair and Hunters eyes continually looked down to her legs and heels. She felt herself getting aroused as she thought of the way he fucked her last time. “I should get some rest too Melissa.” Said. Hunter nodded and they parted from the kitchen. Melissa was not really tired but she still hoped to salvage some. Dycke said, ‘It is now time for the after rehearsal dinner party. I am going to take you all to Payne’s favorite place. Milton, Wendy’s for everyone!’ Dycke ran down the aisle, and out of the church, with a screaming horde of women after him. When everyone was outside screaming at him, Dycke, turned to his mother and said, ‘Mom, where did you make the reservations?’ His mother said, ‘In honor of our children’s wedding, we are going to have ‘Pizza and egg creams for dinner.” Half the people in.