His hair and short beard were white, and he had gray eyes.“Good afternoon, sir.”“Good afternoon, Grace O’Malley. Are you ready to be married, ...nd is this your own decision?” the minister asked in a pleasant but gravelly voice.“Oh yes sir. Owen and I have been ready to be married for some time now, we just didn’t know where to go to have a quiet ceremony, since the people here think that we’re already married,” I explained to him.“Yes, that’s what I had heard, but I wanted to be sure,” he told. Do you ever miss going out with them?”Now I felt embarrassed, but I did not see any real reason to lie to this girl. “About that, we have a bit of a strange relationship. She doesn’t really mind if I see other girls. If anything, she encourages it.” “Wow,” she said as her blush deepened, “sounds like an interesting relationship.” “Hah, you don’t know the half of it.”“What do you mean?” She started to ask, but was interrupted as Mom pulled back the curtain.“What do you think?” She asked in a. " NO, I want somewhere public, open." You are a cautious bird. Ok, have it your way. The E Street Cafe at3:00." And they hung up.Giving Bailey an encouraging node I squeezed her hand and we left thepay phone.At 3:00 we pulled up to the Cafe. I swear to god it looked just likethe dinner in Pulp Fiction but it was open, bright and had people inseveral booths. Bailey had suggested running again but I had talked herout of it, knowing this was our best shot. Holding my hand we walked inthe door. Still rubbing her clit I started to move my hand on her hip up towards her boobs. But again as I got close she moved my hand away. I didn’t understand, this wasn’t like her, normally she loved me playing with her boobs and she never moaned this much.She stopped grinding me and started moving lower down my legs. This was it; she was going to do it, my first blowjob.“Is it time for my birthday present,"I asked with a smile.She giggled, and started to jack me off, her hand running up and down my.