Don’t fool around with a 1040. My driver’s license is totally legit. We say we’re both from Normal, which is true. Our anniversary is the day of...our interview. We don’t wear rings, but that sort of formality is optional these days.People believe what they assume they already know. We’re married in the intimate sense and the socially apparent sense, but it would be criminal if we had a license. Strange morality.As long as they were with us, Mom and Dad thought it smart, their single children. It was a standard express mail envelope. The first surprise was the address information. The return address did say "Concubine Parker owned by Sergeant Rex Morrison. Poseidonat System. Laburnum Sector." I've never heard of any of this," I said carefully."I'm still trying to figure out why they brought it here. Your mother would have sent it to your home address," Becky said."This is printed," I pointed out. "And I have this feeling that it wasn't mailed from wherever this Poseidonat system is.". " He smiled at her, and told her, "Thank You. I need a break." Misti sat down on the sofa where her pussy would be at eye level to him, and began to play with herself. She had never met a man who didn't get turned on at this sight. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, his dick was standing straight up, and visibly throbbing. She spied a tiny drop of pre-cum on the head of his dick, and slid down in the floor beside him. He sat there while she straddled his legs, hugging him, and putting one of. About a minute later, I emerged into the main road supporting him. A few people looked at us strangely.“My buddy was back there puking his guts out,” I said in a friendly voice. “He’s had a little too much to drink tonight, so I’m taking him home.”Since there had been people drunk in that alley before, this was no surprise to them, so they sucked up my bullshit and asked no questions. I hauled Tyson to my car and laid him down in the back seat. I texted Dad to let him know that everything had.