He caught me completely off guard, first asking about kids and then proposing out of a clear blue sky.It’s even the right time of year, June’s jus... around the corner, I think giddily.At least I can tell Danny. Hell, I have to tell somebody. He’s at work, but I call anyway. “Danny, guess what?” I say, kind of stupidly, I suppose.“Hmm,” he replies. “Got to be important, you wouldn’t call me here otherwise. You made partner?”I giggle. “Not quite yet,” I tell him. “I will, I think, but first— I’m. It would be a stretch to call her 'buxom', but I find that I don't mind so much now that her not-insubstantial tits are heaving five feet from my arms, and then my hand is around her naked waist and my fingers are in her hair dragging her face up to mine as our lips meet in the most electric kiss I have ever experienced.She has told me that she finds ingesting a man's spit revolting, and I have told her I will teach her to love taking mine. I didn't tell her I was planning to force some in her. The food was good. Angel had eaten a small dish of rosemary chicken, and Rich had insisted she have a glass of white wine. Rich was still chowing down on a steak he had ordered medium rare. Did you like the food? Angel nodded, glancing back at Rich before looking over the river again. Their table sat on a nice patio outside, that overlooked the river that ran through the downtown area. It was dark out already, and the water seemed to be pitch black and silent. Rich thought nothing of the. "She took a deep breath and continued, "I am not, as you so vulgarly put it, lonely for a man's touch. I assure you, if I were, it would not be that of a married man. Furthermore, it especially would not be for your touch that would turn me on. I already know a few great guys who take care of that little chore for me when I feel so inclined." She stood straight, as she looked down on him. Rachel was six feet tall, while Carl Puffin was five feet seven. She crowded him until he took a step.