Maybe I should ask Molly to dance, I thought, you know just to be polite. Justine reclaimed his prize at the end of the dance. Alyssa smiled kissed m... cheek and went back to her new husband. I slowly worked my way over to where Molly was sitting, I didn’t want to be too obvious. ‘Hello. I’m Brad Thomas, father of the bride,’ I introduced myself. ‘You must be Aunt Molly.’ Molly chuckled, put out her hand and replied, ‘I guess I am. I’m Molly Jackson.’ ‘Would you like to dance Mrs. Jackson?’. Oh man, he had never tasted anything quite like it. Delicious, spicy, moist, hot, sweet, wonderful, words could not describe the taste. Peter rubbed his beard around Kitty’s pussy, mixing her scent and seasonings onto his face. He then rose up and started passionately kissing Kitty. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Their tongues danced as she started to suck the taste of her pussy off of Peter’s tongue. This was not something new. Kitty loved the taste of her pussy and they never. ”“I’m not from McKinley High,” I grinned.“Hey, Buster! You told me there was a new champ!”“I did say that, didn’t I?”“And do you remember what I said? I mean, later?”“That it fit perfectly. It did, by the way.”“So, finish your ice cream and let’s go play!”“Would it upset you if I say not tonight?”“Frustrate me? Yes. Upset me? No.”We finished our ice cream and I took Nancy home. I walked her to the door and we exchanged a hug, and when she went inside, I walked back to my car for the drive back. But putting a known criminal in charge of the Treasury is madness. We’ll be robbed blind!”“Consider this, Daverigne,” the King explained carefully, “I don’t care if he robs me, so long as the royal incomes increase, the people stay complacent and I have money enough for all my designs. I ask you, what better beast to send after a wolf than a wolfhound? With Lord Yames as Treasurer, every rich man and noble house altering their books or keeping a few extra coins on the side will tremble in fear.