I just nodded. She removed her feet from my mouth and continued with the foot job. After minutes, I was on the verge of cumming and she just stopped. ...��What the fuck are you doing?” I said. She kicked me in the balls and said, “Do not talk to me like that! Where’s fun if you cum to soon.” After what seen like hours and hours of bring me to the edge of cumming and then stopping, I begged her to let me cum; my balls were heavy and felt like they were going to explode. “What do I get out of it?”. I reached for my Leica.“Look to me, Julian, will you?”The sun outlined his features, a masculine light, portrait photographers call it. Julian’s strong cheekbones and his nose highlighted. No light meter. I’d take my chances.“Miriam and Eloise are cool with this, Dad. I mean, them and Harper have lived together for so long they practically read each other’s minds.”“They went out with you and Harper, right?”Julian nodded. I turned to Harper to ask her how Julian looked. She laughed out loud.“You. ” Fran told Ian. “I have my bike here.” He told her. “I wanted to ride around the country on it. Maybe we can go for a ride sometime?” “Wow, I would love that.” She informed him. All the time they chatted, there was an undercurrent of sexual tension. She clearly had an attraction to this good looking Brit. She hoped it was returned and thought that it more than likely was as she caught him eyeing her on a few occasions. Before they knew it, the clock chimed 1am. Ian stood up and said, “I guess. He noticed he was in a bedroom, a woman'sbedroom, all done up in pinks and satins and frills with white furnitureall around, and a floral perfumed scent hung in the air. As sunlightbegan to illuminate the room he noticed a full length mirror a few feetin front of him. The vision of a large white dress. Like it was hangingon a hangar over the top of a closet door. Yes, it was a white dress, awedding dress! But then he gasped wide eyed to realize that not only wasit a white satin wedding gown.