After the wedding, at the reception, Sam’s friend brought his dad over to the table to introduce him to us.I froze. It was the guy from the truck at...the Walmart.OH MY GAWD “Moment Number 2.” What are the chances?He was cool and didn’t say anything and neither did Sam. As he turned and walked away, after our brief introduction, I grabbed Sam’s arm and asked him if he knew who the guy was. Sam was totally clueless. I excused myself to the ladies’ room.As I stepped out of the ladies’ room, as luck. Two by two, the others descended the stairs to join us. No-one seemed at all surprised by Susan being semi-naked. It seemed they all knew her well. There were five other couples plus Anne, who was alone. After a short time, Susan stood and complained that she had been a bit too ambitious in selecting the hotpants to wear. They were too tight, and uncomfortable. She asked if anyone would mind if she took them off. With no dissenting voice, she did just that, confirming my belief that she wore no. One way of ensuring that pants-spunking happens quickly when I’m looking at mags parked somewhere, is for girls to see me as they walk by. Whether they call out or just laugh loudly, it causes instant spontaneous ejaculation into my underpants. I love that so much, cause the girls can see I’m a wanker and I do love girls to know. I remember in one red light district this girl coming along in Her tiny short skirt while I was parked with my mags, and I’d got a lot of signs saying all about what a. "--oookaaay?"Mrs. Osborn stepped forward to get Bonnie's attention. "You all seem tobe busy, so I'll just let you sort this out..." she offered. She andBonnie fell into a quick little side conversation as Bonnie assured herit would all be worked out and that she'd be in touch.Terry, seeing an opening, grabbed Dave. "Dave, it's me, Terry," hewhispered in his male voice. "Just go along with whatever I say, I'llexplain later." He stepped back and smiled prettily while Dave stared athim in utter.