Liz’s job had been to show up and shake hands.“So not going to drop your day job and become a party planner?” I had asked.Liz had pushed me gent...y on the shoulder.“We’ll have a nice relaxing Fourth,” I had said. “We’ll do our thing in San Diego and then just chill for a couple of days when we get back.”“My parents and Annabelle will be here Friday,” Liz had reminded me.“Yeah, so?” I had asked. “They’re our parents. They don’t need to be entertained. They just want to spend time with us. Things. She strolled around the large car park as calm as you like utterly naked. She was however still pissed and was quite wobbly on her feet. "Did you hear that!" She asked. "Hear what?" "Theres someone in the bushes".I looked into the darkness and I could just make out a figure in the bushes watching. She told them to come out "and play". I walked over and stood behind her cupping her tits and kissing her neck. As the figure came closer it was an old homeless guy. He was pretty filthy and unkempt.. What I need, what we can share.” As her leg moved her opposite hand slid to the juncture where her other thigh remained motionless. Her raised leg continued its slow motion outward, exposing her pale flesh, the swollen, tender labia. Her full peach, beautiful and perfect, exposed for my eyes. I exhaled, unaware I had been holding it.“She’s right down the hall,” I whispered, “so close. She could come in any minute.” I watched her fingers slip down between her legs. She slid the lower leg now,. Shortly after midnight they shared a shower and slipped into bed. They kissed each other goodnight for the first time as a married couple and drifted off ‘into a blissful, tranquil sleep. Maribell’s eyes slowly opened as the light began to leak through the blinds and creep across the floor toward the bed, she was still caught up in Feldman’s arms. They were both lying on their sides, her head resting on his left bicep. She stirred as a strange aroma filled the room, Peruvian coffee? It didn’t.