But she had to go to the funeral and it was the next city over about an hour away from us. She wanted me to come along so she would not feel so alone....Well it turns out in her family funerals are like reunions and the whole day before the actual funeral they are all at the funeral home talking and getting to know each other again. There were people there she had not seen since she was a little little girl. I lost track of her and got real tired of explaining to everybody that I was not. For Dad, I've got samples of every brand of beer I could find on Earth, including some historic and even prehistoric ones. Some of the historic brews are surprisingly tasty. I've also made a wine cellar that has one of every good bottle of wine I could find. The current era's wines are considerably better than those of the past so I'm only storing contemporary bottles. The contents of the cellar will serve as masters for me to copy whenever you order one of them. They'll age normally, so if. As the hotel approached, Jared angled out across the soft, hot sand. He neared the stairs leading up to the boardwalk and turned to check on his wife's progress. Shit! She'd cut his lead in half as he struggled across the dry beach. She was now on the poorer footing herself but she was close enough for him to see the hot gleam in her eyes.Jared wasted a few precious seconds watching her tits bounce. Well, wasted probably isn't the right word...Shoeless, Jared was forced to pick his way. She had lain on the floor, giggling and showing off her drawers where her legs were draped across the chair seat. No one noticed. It was her usual condition at functions such as this.The Maid of Honour was going to have a hard time convincing her husband that there was such a thing as an immaculate conception some months later, especially as his vasectomy had been performed several years ago with no adverse effects or further accidents. The child bore an uncanny resemblance to the Best Man,.