She had some serious trust issues she needed to work on, not with me, but with the actions of other persons in her past life. We proceeded at the pace...she wanted. We spent a year living in the sticks then moved to the nearby city. We rented an apartment there, until the landlord decided to raise the rent. He said all the work I had done to the apartment made it more desirable. I found a handyman special with 3 units and bought it. We settled on the house and got married 20 days later. I never. He immediately pulled out of the parking lot and got onto the highway, not saying a word as we drove into the city. Once downtown he pulled into a Wendy’s and ordered a Frosty, and pulled into a semi-lit spot in the parking lot. Pulling his pants down he revealed my largest task of the night, well over 11+”. Donnel, took some of the Frosty and poured it on his cock, and said have your desert bitch. I began eating the ice cream and his cock, while he pushed my head farther and farther down his. For goodness sake. What are you doing? What if someone sees? Have you been drinking? What do you think you are doing?” I can hear the shock in my own voice as I protest against this wanton performance. You smile, wickedly. “Don’t worry. I haven’t been drinking at all. Not a drop. It’s just…” your voice trails off. “What, baby?” I ask. Your eyes are fixed on the patent leather of your shoes. “Part of me…. I want people to see us. Just this once. The thought of it…the danger….it makes me so wet”.. Katie glanced at Tyler, who shrugged and said, “I only have to invite three or four, maybe five. Why don’t you put the groom’s party down as an even half dozen?”“Will your parents agree to that few?” Katie asked. “In their social circles and all...”“They’ll agree to it if we tell them that the limit is only for the wedding itself. We would probably have to agree to them hosting a second reception for us at their house after the fact. Then they could invite anyone they wanted to that.”“Uncle.