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SOUND ADVICE--Part 2

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

think she was really progressive and liberal. However, nothing I could say would change her mind about getting pregnant before our wedding. She was still on the pill and would be right up to a week before our big day. “I don’t want any gossip or scandal, Michael. There will be plenty of both if we conceive before we’re married.” She refused to even listen when I told her she was being old-fashioned. “Maybe I am, but that’s the way it’s going to be.” “Okay,” I told her as I held her tightly. “How about some of that practicing right now?” “That I will agree to.” She moved back, but took my hand to lead me to the bedroom with a big grin where she had her way with me several times--reminding me that frequent practice was extremely important…and a lot of fun, too. I hated shopping and I especially hated shopping for clothes, but what could I do? Hopefully, I’d be able to do all of it in a single day. I had thought we’d go out of town to the big mall, but—no, we drove to the next town to a menswear store Lisa had told Sheila about. I had to admit—it was good to get real service for a change. At six feet two I was almost a perfect 42 Regular, a fairly common size. They had an entire rack of suits including two in dark blue. I liked both of them, but Sheila put the kibosh on one. “It looks cheap,” she told me. I checked the price on the sleeve; boy, was she wrong! The damned cheap suit cost $729. I hesitated to ask what the other one cost. She preferred the other and I did have to ... admit that it looked good on me. With some minor tailoring it would be perfect. Then I made the mistake of checking the price. The fucking suit cost almost a thousand bucks and I still needed a shirt, tie, socks, and shoes…oh yeah, and a belt. Thank God this was only going to be a one-time deal. Sheila and Lisa spent the next week shopping and, although she wouldn’t give me any details about the dress other than it was a size 4, she did tell me I’d like it. Now we only had one thing left to do—visit my mom. Mom had retired at 62. Forty-plus years as a secretary had a terrible impact on her hands—arthritis and carpal tunnel syndrome--requiring surgery, physical therapy, and retirement. Her employer fought the workers’ comp claim, but I had Mom represented by a lawyer from Ben’s firm. He crucified the other side. Mom not only got her surgery, she also received a one-time payment as compensation for her injury. That fifty thousand dollars should have been really helpful when she decided to move to Florida and it would have been if only she’d followed my advice. Now she was living in a retirement complex in a double-wide mobile home, although why they called it “mobile” was a mystery to me. It had license plates, but was up on pillars of concrete blocks with vinyl gratings between to keep small animals and snakes from going under the house. I phoned her on a Tuesday afternoon in late August. She was surprised; I phoned only occasionally. You’ll understand why in a bit. “Hi’ Mom.” ...