"We'll probably do a few things to make it extra special. Like I said, nothing formal. We probably wouldn't even bother with a matron of honor and bes... man except that I think Duane deserves to be part of the affair." So who do you want to be the matron of honor?" Emily grinned."This is just a touch on the awkward side," Vicky replied sheepishly. "Realistically, it comes down to you and Alissa, and while I don't get along with Alissa as well as I might, there's a family connection I can't. I can even smell the moisture and heat of her pajama bottoms. I am pretty sure that Sherrie doesn't wear panties to bed. I've caught glimpses of swelling around the seam of her pajamas' crotch. Their thin rosebud flannel d****s across her ass too well -there's no panty line.Before I realize it, my fingers are against her skin,hugged snugly there by the elastic waist of her pajamas."No panties." Sherrie snarls softly, as though I'd planned this all along."Sorry." I pull my slightly moist hands. She came over to Gene, knelt down and began kissing the end of his cock, just kissing it, not taking it inside her mouth. After a minute, she got back up and went back to the sofa.Another round and I had high card. I went to Marie as I tried to decide where to kiss her. I really wanted her pussy. But did I dare risking that the girls might pull out at that? So, I bent down and began planting kisses on her breasts which she slid her hands under like she was offering them to me. I went on longer. You triggered your bullshit detector, not me.As expected, she said, “I see.”“Actually, you didn’t see and I’m not about to whip it out right here in the aisle,” I replied sounding like a smartass.When she walked away from the aisle, she didn’t look the least bit pissed off on her way to the pharmacy.Part of my rapid recovery of my memories included girls bitching about how much their period cramps hurt. I messaged Molly to see if she needed any of the PMS pain medicines. I got specific pictures.