She got down and knelt and kissed my dick once. She said to my dick, “My dear wait for 4 hours after attending the wedding. I shall make you meet my...pussy.” She gave a nice hand and blow job to my dick. Then we both took a bath together. I fingered her pussy under the shower.She got ready with some rich attire for the wedding and asked me to accompany her to the wedding. I said I don’t look good and I don’t have an equal look for her beauty to come with her. She kissed me and said to take rest. Monica set about preparing our breakfast, Mexican omelets, and she stuffed her face with some vitamins and then a drop of some liquid from a small bottle. I took a multivitamin but this was something I'd never seen before. "Monica girl, what IS all that stuff?" "Just stuff to make me feel and look better." "Look better?" I asked incredulously. "Well, yes Diane. This is a potion that sort of...realigns my thinking, helps keep me in balance so to speak. It helps me to keep a certain. Elizabeth closed the door, putting the 'do not disturb' sign outsidebefore locking them in together. Elizabeth stood in admiration at thewoman who stood before her, regardless of what lay between her legs, shewas a beautiful woman. They walked towards each other, until their handsfound their waists, their lips pressing firmly onto each other's, theirtongues fencing in lustful abandonment. The heat between them building,their arousal straining at the leash to be set free; Elizabeth broke. That was where I moved the DVD of Liz Larimer’s first live performance that my mother had located in a box in our attic.“Is this what Jill asked you about the other day?” Liz inquired.I nodded again.“Fuck,” Liz said, shaking her head. “Well, let’s see it!”“Are you sure?” I asked. “Mom said the beginning is pretty shitty.”“Nope, I’m ready,” Liz declared. She picked up the remote herself and hit the Play button. I saw the last few seconds of Emily Perkins’ baton routine and I wished my dad had.