He was taking in the scene before him, a wistful look on his face. Brad shook his hand, introduced E.J. to him and offered his congratulations. Brent ...miled and gently ruffled the young boy’s hair. ‘I don’t know what happened, Brad,’ Brent said. ‘I’m going along, living my life, and then all of a sudden I’m giving both my daughters away in marriage in back-to-back weeks. Enjoy your kids while youcan, because time flies like you would not believe.’ Brad nodded and promised he would do so. He. .double O fucking 7…..She giggled the way only a 16 year old girl can, that made you think she either thought you were dumb, but in a cuteway… or an axe murderer who lived in his mums basement and only came out to kill again or hide the bodies….but in a cute way…..and took his order. 10 minutes later she returned with a Big Jehovah’s big breakfast and a mug of coffee (because that’s all mister nervous axe murderer needs, more caffeine in his diet).After Paul destroyed his breakfast and drank. I pulled her panties back across her pussy to where they once were, took my hand from underneath the blanket and tasted what i had always wanted to taste. Charlottes pussy juice was the sweetest thing i had ever tasted. I just wish it could have been my tongue in her pussy tasting those juices. She got up to go to the bathroom and as she did i noticed a big wet patch on the sofa and quickly covered it up with the blanket. Luckily nobody had seen what mess had been made, or so i thought. I felt. Ever the obedient, I did, using any shortcut I could. Soon we arrived, parking down the side of my house and it took but a moment for us to be inside and finally be able to embrace, kiss and explore with complete abandon. Rather clumsily, I managed to guide us into a downstairs bedroom where, still kissing, we sank into a tangled mass onto the bed.Simultaneously, we came up for air and a more tender atmosphere surrounded us as, I think, we each contemplated the eccentricities of fate which had.