She waddled off to the cooler for my beer. I threw 2 bucks on the bar for her return. The bar was deserted except for me and a couple of chubby bar gi...ls over in a dark corner. I couldn't make them out to well in the dim light, and soon ignored them.I'm not big on country music, but the drawled sad song playing on the juke box seemed to fit my mood. I faced the bar and stared into my drink.I felt her soft hands on my shoulders gently but firmly squeezing out the day's tension. She pushed her. With what seemed lightning speed she was on her knees in front of me and sucking my cock clean with undisguised relish. An hour later we were showered and dressed ready to meet our guests. Rachael had asked them to dress sexily and they had. Joanne was wearing a halter neck fishnet lycra dress that was indecently short, a thong and some heels. Her firm nipples poked through the gaps in the net. Fiona, the girl’s mother wore a see through blouse through which the fullness of her breasts and her. I let myself into the house and realized everyone was next door at dinner. I went downstairs and tossed Samantha’s panties onto my desk before going to wash up and going next door with a hop of the fence. I was really going to cut the thing down in the spring. I’d had to walk around it one too many times.I opened the door and everyone was there. Louisa, Hector and Miguel, Gina, Emma, Mom and Lilly, Patty, Dan, Lana and Beck, Tabby, Collie, Tricia and Frank. I blinked. “Family meeting?” I asked,. "Imogen asked how they had gone from sleeping together to proposing,getting a blush from Agnes as she told them, "They went to a strippershow with the other ladies their age as part of the bachelorette party.They were seeing men dance in their underwear. I don't know how theactual declaration of love came up but it did and led to a proposal."The girls snickered and laughed as their mother was turning a deep shadeof crimson at confessing to the girls. The 12-year-old Imogen said theywere old.