“Nigga, I swear if you’re some kind of creep…” “Nina. I am not some kind of creep. I am some kind of unemployed, but I don’t have the time...nor energy to be a creep.” I pull out my wallet. “James Richard Monroe.”, I state as I show her my ID. “two first names, James. You are some kind of creep, nigga!”We bust out laughing while I put my wallet away. She steps away from her barstool, and links her arm into mine while we walk out of the shitty bar. I didn’t expect her to have such a nice ass car.. "And as for me I am Rita's willing slave."Our proposal is this, if you accept:"We want to make our weekend into a annual anniversary event. We would like to invite you both to a place that all of us might find agreeable and spend a weekend in bliss. The weekend of course will be like the one we had separately. This time, depending on mood and circumstances, we could be alone with each other's spouse or together in one room."Of course we would prefer the together thing. Among the many fantasies. As we sat down to eat we started talking about our lives etc, and as the wine flowed our tongues became looser, and we started to flirt with each other. It soon became obvious that neither of us had had a good fuck in ages and we were desperate. We quickly finished our meals and agreed it would be better to go back to my hotel.When we got through the door we were all over each other, as we undressed Mary showed me the full extent of her breasts, what an amazing spectacle, with very large erect. "Margaret, where is my dress?" I asked her."Do not worry, it is a surprise," Margaret told me. "It is prepared andready. The dressmaker knows your size and measurements. It will lookbeautiful. I know you will love it." I do hope so, dear sister," I replied. We then had a lovely dinner andI retired exhausted.The day had finally arrived! I was a mess of emotions, mostly worry.After a breakfast, I was in my bedroom waiting for my sister to arrivewith the dress. When she finally did, she.