Fargo."Mark, you're back! What happened? You never showed up at the 14th century travel date. Or any of the back up dates." We have a lot to discuss. ...et Wilson and Weston. But first.." Yes, your family is waiting. Right outside." Mark turned and walked out through the Dr. Fargo's door, then down to the conference room where he found Emily, and Susan. He quickly scooped up Emily and joined her in hugging Susan, who sobbed as she said,"Mark, you're back already, but you've, changed." He laughed. "Nothing," Tommy said, and he got his cock out."Jesus, Tommy. Put it away and come inside before someone sees you." No-one can see us here. I am not moving until you put it in your mouth." Don't be ridiculous. I told you, that handjob was it. No more."Tommy responded by pushing his pants down to his knees. "I am not moving until you at least kiss it."Amber turned and started walking away. Then she turned back to Tommy, "I am going out with Louise tonight. She will be here soon."Tommy said he. “It was something I said in the heat of the moment,” Emily tried. “George…”Her hand was still moving, as I wriggled my fingers inside her; digging, excavating. “George is a lucky man to have a wife with such a tight, moist cunt,” I told her. “I hope he appreciates it.”The look on Emily’s face was priceless. Her fingers tightened round my cock. I kept on digging, aroused by her seepage, watching her face intently. Her expression revealed nothing, but she was definitely growing wetter. I lowered. ”Frank snorted in derision. “Yeah, fun groping each other! Where’d the ring-bearer go? He off screwing the flower girl in the coat closet?”Amanda laughed lightly. She pointed towards the corner of the ballroom, where her second cousin, the five-year-old flower girl, was curled up in her mother’s lap, sound asleep. The ring-bearer, the flower girl’s six-year-old brother was busy jostling for position to catch the garter. He was trying to stay in front of Charlie, who was teasing him by trying to.