He looksat the four suitcases laying on the bed and hears the discussion. Hedoesn't say anything but walks over and picks up the phone sitting onthe ...ight stand."Yes, General Mason? It is Marty Thompson. I was wondering if mydaughters could borrow a C-130 Starlifter to ship their suitcases ontheir honeymoon. You don't think the Army needs to move anything doyou?" Marty is instantly bombarded with various clothing items."Just be nice daddy. We are going to be gone for three weeks, atleast. . But, really, they're inviting eighteen hundred people initially and that's because they're trying to keep the list down? Talk about needing a dose of reality." You did a remarkable job, Ash." Thank you. I think they decided to invite the poor side of the family." I didn't know there was a poor side. Are they the ones who can't afford a Kelly?" I'm in awe. Okay, you read Jennifer Weiner. That was impressive. But Sophie Kinsella? Really? What's your favorite movie, Beaches?" I liked Beaches; not. I could see the nipples were free flowing with milk and two tiny streams of milk were watering and melting the snow. I quickly inserted my mouth over the nipple and sucked for all I was worth. I then released the pressure on the other before finishing the job properly. The reward was a pint of hot sweet breast milk. She slipped the now empty tit back into her bra and released the other. I manfully swallowed the second pint feeling the milk squirt on my tongue and on the back of my throat as. ..” He smirks. “I would tell you to go back to your camp.”I look at him. “What?”“I'm a virgin. I don't just fuck random girls in forests.” He says and chuckles softly. I roll my eyes, still smiling. “I am too.” I say and look at him. “I'll give you the stupid boy scout honour handshake or whatever shit you guys do to prove you aren't lying.”He laughs. “I believe you!”I smile and then lean in, kissing him softly. His eyes widen, and then he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls.