"Are you by any chance Stephanie Peterson?" The man voice said.I didn't want to answer at first, and so I steadily but clumsily walked to his side of...the car.It was a police car as I thought it was, the man sitting in the driver's seat was a man of maybe late forties with short brown hair. That's all I was able to say then.I leaned in and asked what was wrong, that was a bad idea, he could smell the booze in my breath."Have you drank today miss Peterson?" He asked with a sturdy, professional. Brent asked her to turn around and look back over her shoulder. He zoomed in on her shoulder and face in profile for a breathtaking picture. He then moved the camera down to that peach of an ass on her. Brent just wanted to take a bite out of it. That picture would be left off the wedding CD. "You look radiant," Brent said as he zoomed back out. "Thank you," Brenda said with a smile. Brent moved around and snapped a few more shots. His strategy was to take a wealth of shots and then go. The ?scene?, as Liz called it, that he was giving, was nothing that Jim was keen on imagining but he knew what it looked like: he was completely naked, kneeling on the floor, bend forward over the little footstool beside the fireplace, with his right hand busily masturbating his boner, his butt facing the door and the middle finger of his left hand fingering his ass. A tomato qualified as light ros? in comparison to his burning cheeks. His mouth was dry as the Gobi desert and his mind occupied. So the boys dress appropriately in red and black. They didn't actually expose anything, but everything was clearly outlined and displayed. They got a lot of attention.As usual, Yann pushed the envelope furthest wearing a black skirt with a red thong under it. It would have been subtle if the skirt had actually been long enough to cover the thong. It wasn't so most of the night, Yann's dick was in easy view. Yann's hard dick.In an apparent effort to rival Yann for attention, Zane had opted for.