"After discussing in depth the family's thoughts on the elderly couple, they voted in their usual way with Jeff looking each in the eye and receiving ... nod. "Okay, now that we all agree to bring them up here for a few days as they heal, does anyone have any suggestions about how we're going to be able to get them in the house that Dave and Evie's bought, without it looking like charity?"There were a couple of tentative suggestion, but no one could come up with anything they believed would. ”“Ballongyngen?” Grace asked, unfamiliar with the term.“The Ferris Wheel, my dear! We have had many a bride and groom take a ride. Our photographers can take some amazing pictures there.”“You have a photographer?”“Of course! We can provide flowers, music, an exquisite meal, or just desserts and wines. There’s not much that we can’t do here.”Grace felt overwhelmed. “I think I need some time to process all of this. I’d also like to get some input from my fiancé.”“Absolutely! You take some time to. I mean, really love her.”“And I love him, Stephanie. I think we belong together. But I also know that I have to wait for him to sort things out,” Bethany said. Then, with her voice dropping a bit, “And sorting things out means sorting things out with you as well.”“I love him, too,” Stephanie said. “I was just surprised that he would say something like that to anyone.”“You mean to anyone who is not Jennifer, don’t you?” I asked.“Yes,” Stephanie replied with exasperation in her voice.“We know who. We massaged each other’s scalp. Then I stood under the water and washed it out and then Shelly stood under and washed hers out. We both got out of the shower and wiped each other down. “Allyson, I bought that oil from the spa to rub on your pussy mound so you don’t get any bumps. Let me put it on you.” “Okay, Shelly.” We walked over to the bed and I spread my legs and Shelly poured the oil onto her hand and rubbed it all over my pussy. It felt really nice. Then we both got dressed and blew.