The master bedroom door was closed but not locked. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. As I approach the door I hear some sounds I peek inside & I no...ice a naked man with his back towards us & someone on their knees. Obviously this guy is getting some head. My cousin hasn't noticed & pushes the door open. He turns around thus revealing the mystery cock sucker, it's the future bride, as well as exposing his now fully erect & very impressive man tool to us, LOL! She realizes it's just my cousin. I pointed to a rack of sheep skin jackets. "Do those have inner pockets?" I asked."Indeed they do sir, a lovely choice," The obsequious clerk made washing motions with his hands in true kiss ass European style."Give me a forty-six regular in American size, I don't know what your sizing system is over here."Ah yes, sir, I have your size on this rack. Do you wish a tight fit or a looser one?" This character reminded me of one of the people who worked for my dad while he was alive. My "dad," not. Bye." I hung up.Ed looked at me. "What did he have to say?" He wasn't happy but said that we're the ones out looking around. Unless your dad has some real objections, I expect they will do it. We might need that food." Good." What are you guys talking about?" Shirley asked."I talked to my dad. You heard what I said about fresh deliveries. There won't be any. Some things will go bad if we don't get them. We both live on farms but will need some food before they are converted to raising food for. “Okay, boys entertain me. Who is going to dance with me first?” Don jumped at the chance and led me to the tiny dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body into his. I felt his penis throbbing against my leg, as I massaged the back of his head and pressed my breasts into his face. His hands traced up and down my back and sides, stealing the occasion feel of the side of my tits. I leaned my head down and hissed into his ear, “You are a very good dancer. If I wasn’t married.