But not entirely out of the way . . . I might be free from that distrust that women hold against me. I might be able to go on living in my brother's ...lace, and be the good brother for a change, and get a chance at marriage once more."How's things?" he asked."Couldn't be better," I said cracking a smile.___-----___It was late, and Arn already was fast asleep in his bed on the other side of the cabin.I snuck over and slipped the ring on the index finger of his right hand.I waited and waited but. " That's wonderful, Elizabeth!" Stan blurted, but then he let the implications of the news settle in. "That is wonderful, Elizabeth. But I feel sorry for Bob, he must wonder what he's done." Actually, he was very gracious about it. I think he's looking forward to breaking in a younger assistant. Probably one with better legs!"Elaine would be staying. As she told Denise, "I still enjoy working here, and it's handy for home, and Susan. Jobs with those advantages don't grow on trees, so I'll. ”We were handed our menu’s then left alone.“I can’t believe you did this. How did you do this?”“I called the restaurant and explained I wanted to do something unforgettable for the number one woman in my life. Once I told them money was no option, they were more than willing to accommodate.”“Wow. You did all of this, for me?”“I would do anything for you. Happy Anniversary.”Dinner was incredible. Having the restaurant to ourselves allowed us to talk freely and openly and be ourselves. A few. Quivering and moaning as they continue to eat out my slut hole.. feeling them move down to my asshole as well, tongues opening my tight puckered hole, sliding their fingers inside to stretch me out for what's to come.With my pussy soaked and asshole lubed up from all the spit and my pussy juice dripping down it, I lay with my legs spread wide, mens hands groping my soft body and tits, laid out like a piece of meat to use. The first guy moves between my legs, spread wide, my pussy soaking wet.