While Mitzi was prepping breakfast, and fixing up a cooler with stuff to eat, and drink on the run. I did the pre-start maintenance on the 100T Front-loader/Backhoe, and the Caboodle-wagon, that carries all the accessories in case they are needed on the job.
I called Pastor Dave Adams, talked with him a bit, and agreed to meet with him at 3:00 in the afternoon.
Mitzi signaled breakfast is ready from the cabin door while I was watching the tractor warm up, checking gauges, making sure the numbers were right.
Breakfast was quick, and we loaded the cooler and gear-bags in the cab.
My cell phone rang moments after closing the gate on my forty acres, Mitzi had rolled the rig inside.
I had shown Mitzi where I liked to leave the wagon while I used the tractor. After following on foot, about a hundred feet. I disconnected the wagon.
“Pastor Dave called and asked us to stop by the Church for a private wedding rehearsal at 3:00 this afternoon.
I would love to see the look on your face when I announce at 3:45 to you that we are married, but I love you dearly, and I never want to blind-side you like that.
“Our parents will be there to sign in as witnesses. April and Janice will be there, because they need to see this.
“Henry Morgan will be there as Best Man, and Jackie will be there as Bride’s Maid.
“Remember. It’ll be an official private wedding rehearsal for the wedding and reception we will have by the end of this month.
Pastor Dave will sign and date the marriage license today.”
Mitzi jumped off the bottom step of the tractor and wrapped both arms around my neck.
“I could see you were getting the same convictions I have Mitzi. I can’t stay shacked up with you. God is on my case about it.” She’s kissing again. Just like in the shower.
“Henry Morgan? You mean Hanky Panky?”
I nodded.
“That’ll be a hoot! Janice likes Hanky Panky!”
“I’ve wondered about that. Is the feeling mutual?”
“I don’t know, but he’s the only guy she’s been looking at for a year now.”
“You drive, and pick up all the dry stuff and put it in that pile over there. You’ll be ok.
It’s time for you to go slow and teach yourself about this tractor and what it can do.”
” ‘Lo Hank? This’s Paul. Thanks for being available as best man for the rehearsal today!”
“No problem. Is there anything I need to do?”
“No, it’s a private rehearsal for the public wedding, just wear casual clothes like you would on a date. We are going to have supper together after the rehearsal at The Steak and Lobster Place.”
“Would be nice to have a date there.”
“Jackie Emory will be there and of course my sister Janice will be there. They’re pretty close to your age.”
“Jackie isn’t my type. I like Janice, but you never know when she’ll snap your head off.”
“She took a verbal shot at me a couple weeks ago when I said something about Hanky Panky.
Janice doesn’t like people talking that way about you. She’s in your corner.”
“That’s encouraging.”
“Mitzi and I will set something up to help break the ice.
Odds are she is more afraid of you rejecting her than anything else.
Be firm, but make sure you give her some slack, so she knows she can get away.
Think of three things you’ve wanted to know about her and ask one question, so she has something to say that she knows you are interested in.”
“Once the ice is broken between you two, she’ll probably give you a lot of attention.
You have a job, and Janice works at Dad’s law firm full time during the summer, so that’ll help keep you two settled down.”
“What’s the background noise?”
“Mitzi is learning to use a front-loader with a bucket and grapple. We’re clearing brush on my forty acres to reduce fire hazards. This will be the third tractor she has driven this week.”
“Is she pretty good?”
“Mitzi’s doing great. I keep her operating equipment day after day, and she’ll be ready to work in our third cutting within two weeks, rotating from job to job, and I’ll make sure there is always someone working in the same fields with her.
“By the end of this season she’ll be ready to operate the baler this coming year.”
“Wow! That’s great!” We ended the call with that. Sometimes it’s hard to hang up.
Mitzi’s phone rang, so she made me drive while she’s on the phone.
She was on the phone about ten minutes, and happily put her phone away.
“My Mom says Jackie can’t be at the rehearsal because of something or other (who really knows?), so Mom called Judith Myers and found her home last night, and asked Judith if she wants to be my Maid of Honor?
“Judy is actually my best friend, and the first one I called for help when I was being relentlessly tormented by Uncle Chet, but Judy wasn’t home that night.
It’s a part of how I ended up in your bed.”
“You’re not driving, so it might be a good idea to call Judy and talk with her a bit.”
“Yes! Thank you for thinking of that!”
Mitzi made the call and found Judy upset, because she invited someone to escort her, and her ex-boyfriend invited himself to the rehearsal. Mitzi told her, we will take care of the situation, and I called Pastor Adams to talk about a change of plans.
We got back to the Barn by 12:30 and put our gear away. I stripped down a bit and set the alarm for 1:30 and fell asleep in the recliner. I missed yesterday’s nap, and I still haven’t caught up.
Mitzi woke me up with a kiss while fondling my nutsack. “I turned the alarm off and gave you an extra five minutes.”
“Thank you, I needed it.”
“Come on! Strip off your underwear and take a shower with me. My hormones are raging, and I need at least a quickie!”
I glanced at my hardon. “Looks like my quickie is almost ready for your quickie.”
Mitzi latched onto me and gently (thankfully) pulled me to the shower.
Warm water cascading over us as I wrapped my arms around Mitzi and hugged her tight to my body. I’m kissing her lips, cheeks, ears, neck, top of her shoulders, and grabbed the soap and lathered her up, and rinsed her down while she did the same for me.
We toweled off quickly, and I tossed her in bed and started giving her clit a thorough licking, then sucked and nibbled her nipples, and back to the pussy licking the length of her vulva channel several times, and sucking and tonguing the clit hard more than a few times.
Back to her face kissing while driving the full length of my cock in her vagina within three strokes (tight). In the meanwhile she’s moaning, squawking, and squalling, being a noisome beast.
I was totally concentrating on giving her what she wants.
After the fourth orgasm. I started thinking about me getting my rocks off.
She had two more orgasms when my semen exploded into her.
She felt the heat and had another orgasm.
I slowed down for a bit, then stopped. I could feel the aftershocks spasming through her vagina and the rest of her body. I kissed her lips and her ear. “I love you dearly Mitzi.”
Her arms tightened around me at loss for words, tears streaming down her face.
I picked Mitzi up and hauled her to the bathroom. “Toilet or shower?”
“Toilet.” I put her on her feet and held her hand to steady her while she sat.
I set the shower temperature, so Mitzi wouldn’t burn me when she flushes the toilet.
The toilet flushed and she’s in the shower rinsing with me. “I don’t like quickies Mitzi. I love loving you.”
“I enjoyed every moment of it. I would love to do that too often. What a way to die!”
“Oh, to die the death of a righteous man.”
“Balaam’s lament?”
“Yep, he got on the wrong side of God Almighty.”
“How?”
“Balaam did a fine job of prophesying and blessing the Israeli people, but he told the pagan king to have his people inter-marry with the Israelis to cause the Israelis to turn from their God Almighty because of marrying sons and daughters of foreign gods.”
We got to the rehearsal ten minutes early. Everybody knew this was a rehearsal, and it was suggested that people dress in casual date night clothing, so they would be comfortable at the rehearsal dinner later.
While the procession was about to come down the aisle. I told Hank about the change of plans Mitzi and I worked out.
The Organist started the wedding march at a slightly faster cadence, which was fine with me.
The Maid of Honor leading the Flower-Children leading the Bride escorted by her Father three paces behind the Flower-Children.
Mitzi’s father placed her next to me, I saluted him, he returned the salute, and went to his place on the first pew.
Pastor Dave Adams presided.
“Miss Myers? I understand you already have an escort?
“Yes sir.”
“And who would the gentleman be Miss Myers?”
“William Jennen.”
“Would Mr. Jennen please rise? Ah, there you are, would you please stand here beside Miss Myers?”
Judy had a huge smile on her face as Bill approached her.
“BITCH! YOU WHORE!” The Ex was running down the aisle when Uncle Bob deflected him into the end of a pew.
Uncle Bob helped him up off the floor while the Ex was still cursing Judy.
Suddenly his voice went up two octaves, and I knew Uncle Bob had a death grip on him that was gonna hurt for five or six weeks. Uncle Bob had him in one hand escorting the Ex out the door.
The Ex’s last scream was truly blood-curdling.
“Mr. Morgan? You are no longer responsible for escorting Miss Myers.”
Hank playfully wiped the sweat from his brow, Judy laughed, and everybody laughed in relief from the previous tension brought on by Mr. Ex.
“Mr. Morgan? Is there someone you would like to escort to the rehearsal dinner?”
“Yes sir, I would like to escort Miss Janice Maitham.”
The look on Janice’s face was priceless, and Mitzi got four pictures before Janice saw the camera.
“Would Miss Maitham please rise, ah there you are. Do you have need of an escort?”
“Yes sir. I hope there are no objections. The last one was rude.”
“Miss Maitham, would you please stand here beside Mr. Morgan?”
Mitzi took a few more shots as Janice approached her appointed place next to Hank. I could hear more than a few cameras working in the audience. Pastor Adams allowed a couple more minutes for photos, and then began the sermon and vows.
“Please turn to the back page of your Program as I read the passages and summary aloud.
“As your Pastor; it is my responsibility not to leave anything out of this passage in Ephesians 5:25 through 33.”
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