You pick." Her smile never wavered, but he sensed her meaning. (It'll help tell me what kind of night I'm in for.) While she approached, she was takin... in data - his dark hair and eyes, his beard, the slight frown-lines around his eyes. His tall frame, square though not overbroad shoulders. His expensive shirt and shoes, the fashionably-pastel suit pants."I'm pleased to meet you as well, Candace." (I'd prefer a young woman, not a girl.) She brushed by him and he closed the door.Her eyes were. Sparrow's voice carried over the pools of water, lifting me out of the dullness of my slumber. A waterfowl fluttered and flew low over me, escaping Sparrow's voice, the length of warm rock felt good on my back. My eyes adjusted to view the scattered clouds above, dusk was falling. I jumped up realizing I'd slept the day away in the park and I felt refreshed and full of energy. A breeze stirred the branches of distant trees on the hill above us.Walking across the boulders to me was Sparrow and. ." She hates her given name, just HATES it, and won't let me ever use it, even to tease her.My absolute favorite moment of the whole day came late in the evening, at the post-reception party, when just about a dozen of our closest friends were hanging out in our honeymoon suite for a couple more bottles of champagne. Everyone gave a toast, most of them razzing me in one way or another, and then it was my turn.I stood up, more than a little tipsy, and grinned at everyone. "I know you all know. "Good."Glenn tested the restraints, flexing his arms and legs against them. They were tight and firm, but not uncomfortable in any way."Now this is going to be fun," Anita said, stepping out of her panties. Glenn's eyes fixated on the smooth skin of her pubic mound flushed pink with arousal between Anita's thighs.She grabbed another ice cube from the bucket, and trailed it over Glenn's body, down to his swollen cock. She rubbed it over the head, down his length to his balls, and then behind.