The first one had been pepperoni, while this one was good old ham and pineapple. I picked it up long enough to read the message from Debbie: Hey. Sorr... again for tonight. Are you enjoying the pizza?I put the phone down without replying. Once the meal was done, I, stashed the empty boxes in the kitchen and washed up in the bathroom before resuming my seat. I felt full, but not to bursting. I must have just put five thousand calories in my system, yet I merely felt satisfied, as if I’d just sat. At least it was the accepted form of the English language. Call me old-fashioned, call me anal if you must, but I hate and detest the language of the text message; textish, or whatever you may wish to call it. I’ve been known to ignore text messages until they came through properly spelt and correctly punctuated. I thought about not replying, what with having Ben’s father lying inches away from me, but curiosity already had his hands around the cat’s neck, and you know, it was Ben. Frowning. He fought a scowl. The back of your head doesn't have to look so insufferably smug about it.Christa peeked at him. "Is everything okay, Zach? You've been... Jumpy, recently."Zach kept his face impassive with an effort. "It's just, you know, the wedding. We've all been jumpy, recently."Christa gave a rueful laugh. "Yeah, no kidding. Well, at least we get to relax now. A nice, sunny week at a four-star hotel with nothing on our minds."Nothing on your mind, maybe.The reception dinner was plagued. He dripped most of his load right onto LeAnns eyes and cheeks. Nates cum shot out of his cock and most of it flew over her face and onto her tits. LeAnn was covered in cum and Nate was still snapping pictures. Ben slowly pulled his cock out of her stretched out cunt, and a river of cum ran out and pooled on the floor. The guys all sat around and high fived each other and resumed drinking beer. LeAnn got up, with cum dripping off her face and tits and went into the bathroom. I knew that it would.