Epilogue （Abraham）
The “Twist” began to blare at my mother’s wedding as Polly squealed and hopped up from her chair.
My damn back ached from Ma’s endless appetite for dancing.
The wedding ceremony itself had taken about five minutes, while the dancing had been going on for four hours.
I watched Polly move, those sexy as hell hips swirling in a circle, her plump cheeks wiggling.
My cock was twitching in my pants, and I waited for her to turn around, her face flushed and pink, curls all wild.
Because even though I was damn near 56 years old, one little saucy look from Polly and I’d be hard as a rock.
I jerked my head toward the entrance to the church hall Ma had rented.
Polly’s eyes widened but my good freeuse girl knows exactly what I want.
And because she's my good freeuse girl, she immediately began to weave her way among the writhing bodies toward me, biting that full lip with her teeth.
“Getting tired of watching Fizz hump your aunt?” I asked, and she only laughed. “Come on.”
I took her hand and led her from the room.
No one watched us go, or if they did, they knew exactly what I wanted.
Because I was obsessed with Polly and everyone knew it.
“Skirt up,” I growled as soon as we made it outside to the dark and empty parking lot. “I want to taste that pussy.”
“Didn’t like that Mountain Dew flavored wedding cake?” she asked, but like a good girl she leaned back against my bike and raised her skirts, and there was that delicious pink pussy, and no pussy had ever been worthier of blowing my knees out over as I spread her silky lips and dove in.
Her clit was delectable under my tongue as I circled it just like Polly liked, trying to get the perfect pace, but I was ravenous for her.
“Girl, I’ve got a fucking fifty gallon oil tank load of cum for you,” I growled, feeling my cock drip down my legs. “But it’s not just your cunt, it’s your personality,” I added, because Polly was never going to ever feel like I didn’t love all of her again.
Polly giggled, but her fingers were digging in my scalp, holding me close, the dirty raunchy noise of eating my ol lady out sounding like the finest feast to me.
“Let me have it,” I gritted out as I felt her thighs tense. “I know you want to squirt all over my face, I need that fucking beard juice.”
I reached one hand up to her massive juicy tit, cupping as much of it as I could, then rubbing my fingers across her sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
And of course she came like an angel, gasping and squealing in this fucking hot way, the loud DJ inside drowning out Polly’s shrieks for everybody but me as I slurped down every single pulse of her cum.
And then I knelt there looking up at the world’s most beautiful woman as she leaned back across the leather of my bike seat, her creamy pussy all dripping and swollen for me.
Maybe this wasn’t the most romantic place, but suddenly I couldn’t wait. Before I got up, I had one more thing to do, and I dug into the motorcycle’s saddlebags.
“Marry me,” I gritted out.
She stared at the ring for a moment, and I had a sudden horrible sinking feeling it was all wrong.
I’d melded metals tightly together in Celtic knots, worked on it secretly for weeks. The knots were designed to show how tightly I wanted to be connected to her, how much my heart was entwined with hers.
How much all my happiness depended on her.
But should I have gotten her a massive diamond instead? Fuck. Did she hate this?
Polly turned the ring over in her fingers and the sweat ran cold down my back.
“What’s it say here?”
I cleared my throat. There was something stuck in my craw, something big and panicky that made me want to hurl.
“You have my whole heart.”
Was that too simplistic? Should it be more poetic? Fuck.
“I love you so much, Polly. I don’t ever want to lose you and I don’t ever want to go a day without you. You’d make me the happiest goddamn bastard in the world.”
I was flop-sweating fucking bullets, her delicious juices running down my throat, and then she looked at me, my insides turning to mush.
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
And it was the greatest moment of my life, as I sat her on my bike and we roared off into the darkness, Polly’s juicy sweet ass against my stiff cock and my ol lady safe on my lap just like she was always meant to be.
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