Cal introduced us, his name was Dave Dickinson, and he wasn’t at our school, which explained why I didn’t know him. There wasn’t a drummer, at l...ast not yet.Cal called us all round her and started into a short talk about what she wanted from the group.“Thanks all of you for coming, especially you David,” she began, “I don’t really have any firm ideas about what direction the group will take, I, well to be honest, I just thought it was something I should do, and went around looking for some. Shivering as the finger rubbed delicious feelings into her cunt, Joy spread her legs as far as the panties would stretch. Staying bent far forward from the hips, standing on straightened legs, she rocked her ass, imagining she was getting fucked like her Aunt Vi, pussy, asshole, face and all.Bob finally felt higher, moving his hands up inside of her dress and pushing her bra above her tits. Her tight tits dropped into his palms, his fingers pulling and twisting her swelling nipples. Gasping. “What? Chuck and I show up, we say ‘I do,’ and then we hide out somewhere for a honeymoon,” Betsy said.“What about the location?”“We have it in the backyard.”“Flowers?”“We’ve got a lot of flowers in the backyard already.”“Music.”“What music?”“To play before, during, and after the wedding.”“We’ve got birds that will sing for us. In the worst case, we bring over the rooster and it will crow,” Betsy said with a smile.Feeling the onset of a major headache, Charlie rubbed her forehead. It didn’t. I unexpectedly feel her hand on my back. Flinching at her touch, I turn to face her. Her smile immediately fades at my frustrated expression. My wife knows me as well as I know her. She knows something is wrong.We just stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, neither knowing what to do. You won’t think much of me for what I am about to do. I reach out and give her a hard spank on her ass.Smack!“Ow!” She jumps, biting her lip.More minutes pass. I am angry.“You saw me.”“I saw you.”Another.