He had spent a good twenty minutes watching the milf next door sunbathing. She really was fit and Joe wanted to fuck her so badly. Never mind she was ...wice his age and her husband was massive, he could still fantasise about her. And he did. He started to stroke his hard cock while the water washed over him. In his imagination, she was with him as they washed each other’s bodies before they began to fuck in a fiery passion. Joe was just beginning to get his rhythm going when the doorbell went.. Obviously, he didn't want us to get filled up! But he was freely pouring the drinks, for sure. He was so kind, and sweet, and staring into my eyes, when he asked me to dance I just nodded because I was about to cry! He pulled me close, our bodies touched. He traced the scar on my back from my neck down to my lower back. It was sexy, not gross, and it just reminded me that this heroic man saved my life on several occasions now, and he was touching ME and dancing with ME.I could feel little. ” He led me into his office. “Good morning, Eric. You and Claudette seem to be ready for marriage. Continue to bathe your lives in prayer as you continue together.”I nodded. “That’s how we started and that’s how we will continue. She is a lovely lady and I am proud to have her by my side and proud to be by hers. We’re looking forward to a life together.”Tommy is my best man. Our pastor, he, and I went into the chapel and stood. Sheila walked down as maid of honor. Then, everyone stood.. They gathered atop that mountain of empties Patron Saint kept within his makeshift kingdom, the local dump, disciples balanced atop glass footholds in an inner circle of razor wielding cue balls. They passed the blade from brother to brother, sister to sister, heads covered in soapy foam & lips bitten in sincerest regret as the master himself directed the path of the blade, shedding layers of fur in a mere handful of errant strokes, depriving each & every would-be member of that esoteric order.