I'm surprised to see George leaning against the wall of the living room. Had he been there the whole time, watching us kiss? I notice he's smiling at ...e, and that his jeans can't hide the bulge his hard cock is making in his jeans. She kisses him, hugging him with one arm while reaching behind herself to grab my cock through my jeans. Feeling bolder again, I push up against her ass and grind my cock against her.George breaks their kiss and asks me, "Would you like to join us for some fun in the. Mickey. What’s he been saying? ‘That musician. I hear yer going with her. The fiddler.’ ‘Elizabeth Peabody.’ ‘Yeah. Her. Bill told me.’ ‘Okay?’ ‘So I know those two chicks over there. One’s a spare. Want to help me out?’ What fuck’s he talking about? The bar is smoky. It’s breaking the law, but who cares? It reminds me of a pub in London, one that Dickens used to use. It has the same low roof, the same smog. Did Dickens have woman trouble? Mickey’s girls are smoking. Not their looks.. He had then paid for her coffee and the two of them sat down and talked for hours. This led to them going on a few more dates, and then two months later they became an official couple, which led them to this very limo ride to get wedding photographs taken in a vineyard. The wedding photographs were rather a hurried affair, as the sky had started to cloud over and it looked as if it could rain at any moment. This then put everyone on edge, including the photographer, who wanted to get out of. The poor guy was backed up and that is why his father wanted him involved. I walked over to the small couch sitting in the room and tapped the cushion to signal for him to sit on it. He understood and sat bare assed on the furniture.I whispered my instruction, "Spread your legs baby."I knelt between his legs and gripped his huge dick by the base of the shaft. I let a huge mouthful of saliva cascade from my lips onto the head before sliding m hand up and down the fleshy pole. To suck that.