Emma called Brent at the station.“Hi, Brent,” Emma said after he answered.“Hi, sweetie!” he said. Emma liked being called sweetie. She liked h...ving someone call her ANY pet name, really.“What’s up?” he asked.“Just wanted to hear your voice ... do you want to come back over after work? With Bruiser, of course,” Emma asked.“Absolutely! I’ll see you about five?” he asked.“Sure! See you then!”Brent showed up, Bruiser under his arm, right on time. His smile was broad and genuine, but he could tell. At that moment, Allie grabbed my sports bra and pulled it off over my head. I made a fist to keep her from getting cum on the bra. “Rub that into your tits.” “What?! Thats disgust…” “Do it right fucking now.” She whispered at me. Seeing she was not going to let this slide, I rubbed this stranger’s jizz onto my tits, further arousing my still-hard nipples. I looked up to see another dick had replaced the first. I suddenly realized what kind of night this would be. This one was the same. Infact the party afterwards was full of good humor. Memories of herwere positive, and still are.We waited almost a year before announcing our engagement. Lauren andher spectacularly beautiful sister Peta were my bridal attendants,led by my sister. Matt's best man was a well-known tennis player (Icould not possible say his name), assisted by Miles and Chet, bothaged 12 on our wedding day, and looking much older in their tailoredsuits.Peta has been told that she must still wait 2 years until. ’ Leslie sounded almost philosophical now. ‘I’ve never actually craved someone so much like this.’ ‘When does he come home?’ Sandra asked. Leslie must have looked at the clock. ‘Hmm, that’s strange,’ she said, ‘Any time now. I’m actually surprised he’s not back yet.’ Oh shit! I thought, looking around. I’d already changed my clothes, and of course I had seen the photography equipment. I had to get the hell out of there or her surprise for me would be ruined! ‘Come to think of it,’ Lesley.