Back home again I rather soon happened to meet a pretty girl by the name of Lena, fell in love again, and succeeded in getting a Managing Director job...only 136 kilometers from her old hometown in the north where her parents and sister were still living. The Northerners regarded such distance as a "stone's throw".My marriage problems began when Lena couldn't find a suitable job. After a while she wanted and I bought her a flower shop, which was a big mistake because from that moment I hardly saw. Like puppets, the locals folded their newspapers, reached under the table, retrieved a white hardhat with some foreign writing fore and numbers aft, stood and filed out the front door of the restaurant.A white school bus type bus stopped at the side steps, the men filed onboard, flashing a wallet badge as they passed the armed driver and took a seat, starting at the back and filling the seats on both sides as the bus idled. The driver stood, picked up a chart, and started checking the. I know that it might not be enough, but if we put aside the numbers of c***dren then we'll spare up a few seats. What do you think Mark? I mean, we can narrow it down more in the guest list." Emily looked at you curiously, hoping for your input."Yeah, sure thing..." You replied. It was the same response you've given in the past hour.Emily typed the venue name down in her 'potential venue' list. She'd narrowed the list down from twenty to the last three."We're nearly done!" She exclaimed. " Fuck yes! I think I might have gone crazy if I couldn't watch those cum videos. Shit, I know I had one last thing to do with homework, but I don't think I'm going to be able to work on it while we pose." Well why not Meagan?" Debbie demanded."Because I got so fucking horny from that crazy cartoon you drew and taking my shirt off for Peter that even if I were to remember what I was supposed to be doing, there is no way I would do it correctly. Ugh! You better get us posing quickly Mom. If you.