“That was…” I breathe. “It was definitely what I needed, planning this wedding with your sister is worse than flying through an asteroid belt....Also, next time you go out without me, I’m going to give that ass a beating,” she says as she looks down at me. “That wasn’t an ass beating?” I laugh. She kisses me. “No, that was just an assfucking.” “I’ll take an assfucking any day,” I laugh. “You make light of this, but I’m serious. You have to stop going out alone. We’re going to be getting married. Sometimes he just wouldn't wear any, but that was mostly in the summer time and he had to be careful. If he wore too baggy of gym shorts, he could walk up the stairs at school and people coming up the stairs on the lower floors could look up into his pant leg and see his endowment.Getting pussy was never been a problem for Lamont. What woman in their right mind would turn down an eleven inch dick that could last for thirty or forty minutes and was attached to a man who could eat pussy as if he. Patrick!?" both Grandmothers asked in shocked surprise."Grandmother," Pat and I started, and went on to explain the differences between their Reality and ours, at least some of the differences. Our Grandparents were amazed to say the least."Well girls, Saint Patrick was very important to Ireland in this Reality, and the Irish and many others still celebrate his birthday over 1400 years after his death," Katie told our girlfriends."He must have indeed been an important man then," all four of our. She dropped Fred, got engaged to Mr Church.Mr Church turned out to be a member of a Christian Family Discipline group. Not that that meant anything to her. Did she mind? he asked. 'Oh, no! Of course not!' After Red Fred anything would be an improvement. Would she agree to it? Accept it? Sign a release note saying so? Of course she would, she'd be delighted. She'd do anything for him, anything at all.Only after they married did she discover that believing in Christian Discipline meant he.