At this event, my ten year old could shoot good prints.Sheila Schwartz, now Schwartz-Richards, could be a tyro or a genius. We will never tell from wh...t comes out of this party. I just wish I could attend the dance.3:4 Magazine—June editionHow often do we cover weddings? How often do we cover John Phillip Sousa? After all, 3:4 is a dance time; Sousa wrote in 4:4 and 2:2. This is the first I have covered either. Then again, this wedding is quite unusual and Sousa was a genius.The event drew. Chris focused his gaze on Erin’s breasts. Erin I can fantasize about. He let his mind wander to memories of playing with Erin—licking her, playing with her breasts, being sucked by her. Kissing her.Definitely kissing her.Erin leaned forward and her lips met Leah’s. They remained entwined for a few moments before the blonde pulled back, poured some oil onto Leah’s belly, and started rubbing it in.The hell with it. I’m just watching. Chris dropped his pants and began to stroke his cock.Erin. He didn’t just bow to her wishes, as he preferred to come to a mutual agreement.Their first job after breakfast was to go register their pending marriage. They were staying in a hotel in the middle of London and had elected to use cabs rather than hire a car. The traffic was horrendous, and both were glad they weren’t driving.It was also bloody freezing. The shock to their system coming from summer in Queensland to chilly wet winds in London had them scurrying into a shop to buy some better. There must be a way of life in between those extremes." I see that your time on Vulcan has influenced you much in the same way as it influenced me," Turius remarked. Tavrus could not find any trace of reproach in it."It has," the younger man admitted. "I didn't know she was your daughter, when she cowered before the tip of my blade, but I knew that my life started to change when I could not kill her, even though I was ordered to do so." When did you last see T'Pol?" Turius asked and Tavrus.