“What about the wedding?”“Eric, the wedding can wait or we’ll have it here.”I smiled slowly. “Most everyone is here. Let’s have it here....Agnes, I want to be married and to you. I love you.”It took an hour or so but everyone gathered. I was wheeled into the chapel and was admonished by a doctor and two nurses to take things easy. Dad was on the phone and managed to cancel the honeymoon with only a minimal fee. In a quiet moment, he told me and Mister Stover that the two of them would reschedule. We talked the next few days but no one said a thing but when I saw him he had a sheepish grin to his face and I'm sure I smiled back at him too but now I was thinking I always wanted to know what it felt like to suck a dick and was thinking of doing him but could I was the thought up to this point I had been with women now at 30 I was thinking about dick not pussy and getting hot by it. The next night he came down and I made my plan to do it suck his dick, I smoked a jiont to get me buzzed. This wasn't about me, and I knew how important it was to her, and – after all she'd been through – if it would help her to put it behind her, I would go along. Maybe it was one of those closure things the psych staff always babbled about."Okay," I said. "I'll call when we get to the office and see if we can get an appointment to see him. Don't get your hopes up, though, okay? These things take time; they have to be cleared through channels, and that may take a while. If things go well, we can. I unzipped his coveralls and found his long hard thick cock, using only my mouth to do both, and began to suck on it. I could still smell that delicious aroma that had plagued my nose yesterday and taste it on my tongue. If my dream is true, then his cock, that had to be at least 8 inches in length, was the source for both the taste and the smell. I swallowed his cock like a trained professional, though in reality i had never even touched one that wasn’t my own, cleaning it with my tongue. He.