”“Oh, that’s okay. I’m up every day by 4:30. I’ll just go dust the furniture in the living room.”“Come back soon for breakfast.”The bo...s and Clarence feasted. Homemade biscuits. Gravy, Home potatoes. Cheesy eggs. Bacon. The ladies were discussing the mess Trump was currently making. Rochelle entered to the wonderful aroma. She said hello to all and grabbed a plate. After the boys left, Ms. Mary headed towards their bedrooms. Rochelle was curious. The helper was making Coree’s bed. Jere’s bed. “That’s your special place. We might sit on it from time to time, since you invited us to do so. However, we can’t sit on it with you. Your husband designed it for the two of you.”Mia turned to face Dessie and Phillip fully before reaching to take their hands for a moment. “I’ve been here only a very few times since Stefan died, but I want to share the view with you two — especially after what you have done for me today.”Phillip cleared his throat nervously. “Look, Mia. What we did had nothing. He pushed so hard that her panties went down with the shorts. Juan spun Susan around so that she was facing the room of leering men and unsnapped her bra. He f***efully pulled the bra away, picked up Susan and sat her on the bar. The patrons of the bar now cheered as they gazed at her pale white skin and exposed tits and genitals. Juan told one of the men at the bar to come over and untie her shoes and pull the shoes, shorts and panties completely off. As the man worked on her shoe laces he. At one point, during dinner, I caught her eyes, glancing my way. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a glassy glaze, until she snapped out of her trance and turned away. I can only imagine what she was thinking.Liz Thompson, the Maid of Honor, my escort, was a knockout. She was physically a "perfect match" for me in the bridal party sense. She stood just over six feet tall, and with heels equaled my six four frame. She was all legs, clear up to her neck! I guessed her measurements to be.