“Her ex-husband, my dad, is getting remarried and wants to invite her to the wedding.” She produced the elaborate invitation as further proof.“S...e expecting you?” the guy was busting her chops for the hell of it.“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Stacy said, doing her best to generate some crocodile tears. “You can ruin it if you just have to.”That did the trick. His smile came out of nowhere: “Nah. Go ahead. Congratulations to your dad.”“And me,” Stacy said, her smile as fake as her tears.His. Then Thea is between his thighs, her mouth drawing rhythmic circles around his swollen clit. Trent feels her chin graze his folds and shudders. He knows what she is doing, he knows his sister too well. He has watched her many, many times before. So he leans back. Grabbing the sides of the chair and takes the lesson. The intensity is climbing higher, concentrating in his crotch. Everything tightens—there is no going back now. It all goes black as he closes his eyes. Sparks pierce the darkness.. I read the text, it’s from my boss. He needs me to come in, and I've only been home two hours. Who needs a damn limo driver at seven in the morning?! Okay, so I know the answer, the rich and famous. I just don’t want to go in. Sighing, I send my boss a text back telling him I need a half hour. I roll out of bed, shower and change. I swing by a coffee shop, getting the biggest coffee they have; I down it and head towards the hotel. It’s where my client is. When I do pull up, I know the man. I was shy, talking my sexual desires to a very elder man. I asked about Devi, and he showed a few pics of her on his phone. After a brief discussion, we headed to my place. Ram wanted to check out my room for their safety.I finally agreed to meet next weekend, probably. Saturday as they both can make an excuse for leaving their house. I, too, was waiting for that exciting weekend.On that day, I woke up early and got ready, and went to pick Ram and Devi in my car. They both told me they would be.