Standing, heloosened his shoulders, rolling them in circles and stretching his armsacross his chest. He noted an unfamiliar slimness to his arms.I mig...t be dehydrated, he thought, and walked into the bathroom for aglass of water and a shower.He guzzled the water down in one smooth motion, pausing long enough torefill his glass and drink it again. As he finished a third glass, hesputtered slightly and decided he probably had enough. His hair fellinto his eyes and he instinctively combed his hand. "I whooped and said, "We can have the wedding on the soft-ball field. Cops on one side. Softball teams on the other. Family somewhere in between." My mother would die!" Mine would love it -- Lacey and Paula would croak. Speaking of whom, I've gotta run. Lacey phoned right before you and is on her way over to take me out for the day." I'll call you Sunday night. Later girl." Have fun. Later."The phone rang the second I hung up."Hey --" Wear your purple balloon blouse." But --"Lacey was. As the clerk behind the counter laid the charge board in from of me with the slip and my card she said "please sign here Mr. Huxley Warner the THIRD", talking like she thought it was a hoity-toity name. While my sister was named after her Grandmother, I was named after my Grandfather AND my father. All through grade school I was just Huck and then when I became somewhat of a local football star in High School and for a bit in college I was known as "Trey", as in "the third". My Dad had been a. He still slammed his cock into me, and my big, pendulous tits jounced themselves out of my halter dress. "You're going to kiss her," I heard him say in a vicious whisper, and then pushed me forward, smacking me on the ass again. I wasted no fucking time. I leaned into the young woman before me and met her lips meet mine, my tongue darting into her warm mouth. She welcomed it, slipping her tongue against mine. I could taste the cock of the man that was fucking her, and an orgasm shot.