The wedding was unaffected and casual, like they were, and I couldn’t help but envy them. Not the wedding itself—I was more the elope-to-Vegas typ...—but I did envy them the commitment, the security of knowing someone would be there at the beginning and end of the day for them. I walked over to the bar to drown my envy in a Jack and Coke. “There you are.” Lia came over and swiped my drink, which she tossed back without even looking. “Oh, ugh! That’s disgusting!” I laughed. “That’s what you get. “I know you all too well, Justin,” his sister says accusingly. “You want to fuck her again. And again and again.”“Is that bad?” he asks, feeling maybe a little guilty as if he is betraying her.“No, not at all,” Riley says. “We only live once, big brother. Why can’t we have fun while were young at least? Now, let’s take care of the horny problem of yours.”Justin grins and places his hands on her neck and shoulders, pushing her down toward his erection. “Open your mouth,” he instructs.Riley. We finally parted my hands running down her sides while she smiled then I handed her a card to call me so we could meet up, she smiled and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and said she needed to get back to work and would be in contact. Several weeks later I had produced a good list of groceries so I selected a nice sunny morning and drove out near noon to shop at the specialty store, the parking lot was not very crowded but I decided to park on the side of the building in the shade. The. We had better get moving, then."We both headed for the shower, Mum in her little en-suite and me in the main bathroom down the hall and we eventually met downstairs in the kitchen. I had dressed appropriately for a country dance in jeans and a button down check shirt and had on my best 'Going to Town' boots and thought I looked pretty damn good. I was a bit nervous, though, as my only experience of dancing was at home with mother the previous weekend. Mum had dressed in a flowery summer type of.