“Oh, oh, oh Care, you’re making me come!” I was in the church basement looking for a bathroom. I’d made a wrong turn. There was Boyd, fucking his beautiful bride-to-be from behind under a mound of gauzy white gown. “Mr. Menke,” Boyd said, surprised. “Carolyn, this is Mr. Menke, my old neighbor. I must’ve mowed his lawn a million times.” Carolyn’s innocent blue eyes looked into mine. “Would you like a turn?” she asked. It’d been ten years since Meg. “Go ahead, Mr. Menke,” Boyd said. I couldn’t resist. Carolyn’s buttery cunt, tight and hot and squeaky with juice, milked my cock for all I was worth. While we fucked, Boyd’s thumb traced snug circles around the adorable oh of Carolyn’s asshole. “Go ahead, come in her, Mr. Menke. She’ll come if you do.” I did. She did. Spasm after spasm of incredible ecstasy.

At the service a few minutes later I could see Carolyn’s face as she made her vows. Sweetly flushed. Dreamy. Beautiful beyond belief. I reached into my breast pocket, took out the check, and tore it up. I wrote another, adding two, then three extra ohs.