Well, not entirely alone. There were lots of other women in the mall,many dressed for spring like me, and some pushing baby strollers. And,as with the...ones on the bus, when our eyes met we gave each otherfriendly smiles, and we checked out each other's outfits. I noticed themoms with kids were generally dressed in slacks or even sweat pants, andthey wore tops more suited to drooling babies than the pages of Vogue.But the women without kids got to be real fashion queens and princesses,with. This was a special occasion, an important local ceremony, and I had no intention of showing disrespect to my hosts. Indeed, I hoped to show my respect and gratitude to them personally in very specific and, dare I say it, intimate fashion. Javier was erect against me. I don’t know how far along he was, but he didn’t try to rub or move, which was probably a good thing.We had plenty of time, there was no rush, really, but we weren’t teenagers any more and I’m pretty sure Javier hoped to prolong. The rod played over her anus, scratching over the knot, making it jerk in uncontrollable spasms from the unexpected touch. She wasn’t sure which hole would be taken, so she had to do something quickly. “Let me suck your cock my Lord,” Sara’s voice pleading. She had already taken him in her mouth, his salty cum taste still lingering on her tongue. She began to lick the head as her hand held the squirming organ as it jerked when she blew on the thick head. She licked the leaking head, her mouth. My hip ached, but it had been a successful trip. I felt as though I could relax and live my life. Hopefully things would be moving forward.I left Samantha a text message, ‘Honey, I’m home. All went well. Talk to you later.’The wedding business was not drying up, but it was slowing down. There were however a lot more show and tell opportunities. There were holiday craft shows all over the place. That reminded me I needed to shoot some more cards. At least some should be made with holiday images.