Okay, give me the time and place. I'll do the groom, but I don't know about the rest. I'll have to think on it."I stopped by Harry's office on the way...back from lunch and told him that I had taken care of the girl for the party.The night of the party Marsha showed up at Harry's apartment looking like a million bucks. I thought, and not for the first time, that it was a shame I was hard-wired from the factory to be a faithful husband. Martha surprised me with a kiss on the cheek and then she. That would cement this as a fact since boys do tend to lie but the girls standing around witnessing the event would for sure make it a matter of public knowledge.It started out with a early afternoon get together at the local park hangout area. Some beers were popped and then a joint went around. She had limited experience with both and her actions betrayed her. A couple of the guys watched as she grew quiet and giggled a lot and knew she was making herself easy prey. One guy started to pay. Mostly she was an ex because I was a lowly teacher while her now current significant other seemed to have a bunch of bucks. I really didn’t care, as it had been eight years since we split. Not a vicious split, just a ‘See ya, I can do better than you’ from her. Since then I had nearly given up on dating. It was too disappointing, especially with my ED problem. ‘Um, ah, Okay. I guess we could all go together. Can I help get your stuff together so we can leave?’ I asked standing in front of her. She whined, cat-like, and mashed her lips against his, writhing her smooth flat belly tight up to him, her long nails raking the flesh of his back as he drew her naked loins up tighter to him. He tasted the delicious sweetness of her desire-heated mouth as he moved up and down slowly, the insinuated full-length of his hardness massaging her widespread cuntal slit that was wrapped so warmly and wetly around his shaft, and growing more wet with every passing second; he felt her firm, full.