So, let me formally introduce you. This is Rozelle Carter, my new wife, and wonderful lady. She it is who is my anchor and my love, and dare I say it,...my benefactor,” I said. James was smiling. “Dad,” he said. “I have to admit it was at the least part of the reason for us being here. I mean we didn’t get the wedding invitation, but we were sure that that was just an oversight. I mean the mails these days.” I snickered. “Yes, well, actually I, we, didn’t send out invitations. My experience. ‘But you know I switch,’ she said in a much lower voice as she wrapped a cuff around my wrist. The touch of that leather brought me back to that place where Michael took me that night at The Drake. I closed my eyes, sighed, and wanted to be in that space all over again. But could I do it with my best gal pal? The one I only smooched on the lips for the sake of winding up whatever horny guy was around us. On purpose. For kicks. Only. I could feel Greta’s eyes stare right through my eyelids. I. Soon as their lips touch both began to see fireworks and all the things people say they see when they kiss ‘the one’ for the first time, moving their lips in perfect harmony. Her hands grab holds of the front of his uniform as his right hand place at her waist and his left hand caresses her neck and cheek. They finally broke the kiss when the need for air became too great. They both panted as they stood there looking into each others eyes, ‘Wow,’ They said together. Kaitlyn was the first to. “I never knew there was such a thing!” she said, “is it always like this?”“Just for a few weeks in the summer.” I said quietly, “tonight is about as good as it gets.”“Wow, it's like fireworks,” she breathed, as she put her hands down, “maybe we can have some more fireworks a little later.”Her hand had landed on the tent in my pants over my stiff prick. She was rubbing gently, breathing more deeply. Her eyes sparkled in the bright starlight. I shot a quick glance at Peter and Becky, who had.