Lauren thought considerably differently. She was almost sorry she had ever agreed to this nightmare. After kissing her, Peter said, “Wow, things are...really moving along.”“Moving along! My God, this is taking forever! When is it ever going to end?” she replied, distraught.Peter’s eyes opened wide. “Honey, what’s wrong? Everything is moving right along.”“This will never be finished by the wedding!” she argued.Peter took a walk through the first floor of the house, reviewing the construction. It had been a classy railroad hotel in the late eighteen hundreds. It had survived the civil war with almost no damage. That was the case even though it was stopping point for a different kind of underground railroad. It was a way station for the spies and other operatives headed north by boat into New York and Boston.The bar had been a fancy dining room in those days. At the time of my visit it was just a bar that served sandwiches. Still they had managed to find and replace some of the decor.. Joan actually ordered more food than me for a change. She saw me staring at her tray filled with paper wrapped biscuits and hash brown potatoes and coffee.“What, I’m hungry after that quick step walk in the rain,” she admitted.I looked at my yellow poncho hanging over the back of one of the builtin chairs, It was dripping all over the floor, It was going to create a slip hazard. Since I hung it against the wall chair, it could have been worse.“So, we have a morning to waste, what shall we do?”. “OK Melissa, let’s start of with some mouth exercises after all, if you want to make it in the industry you’ll be needing all the practise you can get”!I smooshed my oozing cock head up against Melissa’s pillowy, red lips and she took the none-too-subtle hint and opened them slightly. I took this as an invitation and jabbed by hips forward and I inhaled sharply as Melissa’s warm and wet lips slid slowly around my plum head and, as I slipped into her mouth I exhaled with a groan as my cock was.