Well, your future wife insisted on me to serve as joint maid-of-honor,” I explained.“Oh ... I see- ... no, wait, what the fuck?” Brent said, cle...rly baffled and shaking his head.I sighed. “Yeah. What the fuck, indeed, Brent. What the fuck, indeed.”- - - -Brent’s bachelor party was arranged first. Brent’s best-man Andre was a bit miffed at not being allowed to plan it but Jess convinced Brent that it would be in his, and the whole group’s, best interest to allow her to arrange the shin-dig.. I hate to have oiled hands and joking I propose to pay the beachboy to do this job.Since she doesn’t say no I call Julio, a young mulatto about 20 yo, and give him 10 dollars.Watching his hands going up and down on tanned Rossella was so exciting!I tell him to move her swimsuit to avoid white sign and he rolls the panties showing her sweet big ass. I was risking to come in my pants!She does’t say a word and seems to appreciate the long massage, but when I tell her to turn on her back for. Farther along were stacks of the various denomination bills. There were ones, twos, fives, tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds, although the larger the denomination, the smaller the stack of bills.Kathy turned to Garrett and said, "Just look at the money. I bet there's thousands of dollars there. You can finish college and the work on the bank, now, with no problems."Bill stepped past Kathy and looked at the money. He picked up some of the bills and coins then whistled before he returned them. . to stroke ... to suckle on them.He stood holding his breath, as his eyes travelled down to her waist ... such a tiny waist, he thought that he could fit his hands around that waist and his fingers would meet, and overlap.He felt the blood rushing to his head, and his lungs about to explode, and forced himself to suck in a breath before he suffocated.Her hips flared out to run down into the longest, most perfectly shaped legs that he'd ever seen. They dipped in at the knees to curve out again.