We were up early the following day and quickly sorted the chores out, I met Mary and Yvonne at the washing up stalls and bade them a cheery good morni...g."Morning, Dave," they chorused. Then Mary astonished me by stepping close and kissing my cheek. Yvonne though just smiled, then said, "If you have the time, I wouldn't mind sampling your talent too."I looked at Mary, but she just smiled and said, "We don't keep secrets from each other, besides, Yvonne covered for us last night so I owe her.". It was over desert that she finally broke the news to me, finally spilled her secret. Married!? I hadn't even known she was dating anyone! How could she be getting married? If she was married, had a husband, then... then she'd never be mine!! I fumed silently as I sat there across from her, politely nodding my head and mouthing empty words of congratulations to her. The rest of desert was a blur and I left her at the parking garage, my mind still racing with the news of her engagement, my. Everybody looked on a bit disgustedly as I then spread peanut butter on my french toast before I added the syrup.“Dude, how can you eat that! That’s gross!” Keith exclaimed.“It’s how I’ve always eaten it. Heck, I’ve even got a cousin that puts it on his steaks. And what’s the big deal? After all, it’s just bread, and that’s what most people put peanut butter on.”They all decided to take a little bite. I could tell they were not crazy about it, but the looks of disgust as I shoveled it all in. And that was enough for her. His member was at full mast, saluting her beauty, as Jon would joke. Once again, she led Jon farther into the garden, to her favorite bed of grass, where no woodchips or barbed weeds existed. Soft and luscious grass was the matting for this bed. She laid down and played with her own clit, causing her to moan and squirm. “I’m ready, Jon.” He made himself supine along with her. He found the entrance once more. Slipping in, his member found a new haven within her..