They changed into the ballet slippers as I held my fiancées shoulder for her, “‘You Raise Me Up’ after that, all right?”“I knew that too, C...arles,” she said, with her eyes sparkling in front of me.“IT’S CHARLES & CLAIRE!”We heard it in front of us, generating a large cheer and Dave the DJ came up to us with a great big smile on his face.Dave said, “Hey guys, you wouldn’t believe how many people have been showing up starting real early this morning. Everybody knows you start your International. I'd come in, do my job, go to the airport hotel, grab a flight the next morning and be on my way. I think I've actually been in the city proper maybe twice in twelve years." Well, since we aren't under that kind of time pressure, we'll make sure you get to see the place for a change. No point in coming all the way out here and not get a chance to play tourist."He nodded, still examining the living and dining room. I took him up to his room and showed him the bathroom as well. He could use. You would have thought it was bad luck to see each other for a week or two before by the way my family conducted themselves during that period. We had relatives to dinner every night. There was no prohibition against inviting Jeff, but they monopolized my time to such an extent I rarely saw him after dinner. I invited Jen and Rich a few times so he would have someone to talk to while waiting for me to become available. I didn’t know what he did on the other nights. During dinner he would. His wife! Thoughts of her quickly restored his cock to its full size. Brunette, blue eyes, 37 years old, maybe 125 lbs. Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had grown two inches. 38 C’s. Perfect. Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue. Why? Because he.