This is for my wife Karen,” he pointed to the rings. “And this one is for my wife Wendy.” He touched the spot for his next ring. “Any more rin...s and my finger won’t bend,” he joked.“And the reason for the fuss at home is the girls are planning a special time for us. I don’t want to rush us, but we have been living together most every day since June. We can do a special ceremony in a few hours, then go away, just you and me, for a long weekend honeymoon.”“Thank you, Dan. Is that why Jake and Tim. If the TV was too loud or I insisted on continuing to talk she would just get up and go somewhere else.After working a few moments I pushed back and walked into the kitchen for another Newcastle. After I got there I decided to hell with that. I decided it was time for the hard stuff and filled a cocktail glass full of ice. I took it back into the office and poured myself a nice glass of Glenmorangie, Quinta Ruban. Then I sat in my large leather chair and drank it slowly, savoring the smooth. Thinking that it may have been my maid I dismissed the whole thing. Then, one evening when I was removing the clothes for folding up I noticed that my panties looked a bit soiled and dirty. I held it up to examine and realized that the crotch area looked wet and a bit sticky. Looking around to see whether anybody was observing,I quickly took my panties (and the remaining clothes) inside. I put on the tube light and yes, I knew, this sticky substance had to be semen! Somebody was stealing my. “Yes, yes, yes ... if you’re asking what I think that you are ... yes, I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you as soon as I can. Screw the rock! I just want to be your wife!” Denise hugged and kissed Jordan repeatedly, clearly being deliriously happy now.“Well, I’m no priest or rabbi, neither of them likely to perform a lesbian wedding, anyway, but I’ll do the honors if you wish it. I’m an ordained minister nowadays, thanks to the Internet. Just say the word, girls. If my sister is that confident in a.