.. it seems that they think it was your boys who got them that way.” He looked very tense.Jonas’ face got dark. “That’s preposterous!” he sa...d. “My boys don’t even know your daughters!”“Jonas?” came his wife’s voice.He waved a hand at her. “I don’t know what you think you’re trying to pull here Rocklin, but I’m not buying one bit of it. No sir. You can’t hang this on my sons!”“Jonas!” said Molly loudly.“What?” he turned his face to her.“I think we need to talk to the boys about this,” said. You can't takeit lightly." I'm not," I say, though deep down, I know that what Charlotte says istrue. I've spent ten long months looking forward to my wedding, and nowit's upon me, it feels almost anticlimactic. I've tried on dozens ofwedding dresses over the last year, but only five in the bridal boutiquewe're in now- and yet, the dress I'm wearing, much like my relationshipwith Stuart, just feels so right..."I'll take it," I say to the happy sales assistant, who grins andprepares the dress. I didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what she meant. The course of the conversation changed for a few minutes as we talked about how sore we were from work and about Cathy’s trips to her massage therapist, her RMT. In one line of text, her phone’s autocorrect feature changed ‘RMT’ to ‘TNT’. ‘Dynamite?’ I texted. ‘Yep, rub it and it explodes.’ This wasn’t at all like me, and I was afraid that I was going to cross some sort of invisible line and not only end this conversation suddenly but maybe. She reached behind me to squeeze my ass balloons and pulling me to her. Drawing me closer, she held my cock by the shaft and inserted it in her pussy. O’ my Lord! It felt so good. I was truly surprised because, I was guessing that having given birth three times, her pussy would have been totally destroyed and fucking her shall be disappointing. I was extremely wrong. She was constantly massaging my balls and rubbing my ass cheeks, even fingering my hole without going much deeper.Soon we were.