I think you're right. Yes, I was thinking of you, how young you are, what might happen to you if I died, and ... well, you're right, I'm wrong. Will y...u marry me?"You've heard people say they could be knocked over with a feather, well, I needed nothing that heavy at the moment he proposed. I really couldn't speak, it was like my vocal cords were frozen. All I could do is cry as I pulled him to me.It may seem odd to you but I really hadn't given a lot of thought about us being married, becoming. He guessed from the smoothness of her face and absence of wrinkles at her eyes that she could not be any older than 20. Okay, maybe about 21.He followed her into the book store. She was the one for today, certainly fitting the profile. He sensed a deep rooted desire within her meeting his desires today.Finding her in amongst the books on gardening, he made an initial move."Hello, I'm Bob."She looked him over as though he was a mugger. He smiled in a friendly manner. She appraised him and. “Look at how beautiful they are, how much you want to get closer to them, to touch them, but you can’t, not just yet, just watch them, feel how they are drawing you in, the longer you watch them, the more you realize how hard it would be to look away.”As she continued to swing them back and forth and her soothing voice making me feel more and more relaxed. Moving closer and closer to me, her hands pushing me back into a chair. As soon as I sat down, she straddled me, her pussy pressing into my. Charlotte and I had met when Rick transferred to this small Southern city. We met through a local tennis club, and became fast friends. I had spent a lot of time at her house. We also shopped and lunched together often. We were real buddies and shared very personal feelings, so it was helpful to discuss with her the problems between Rick and I. Charlotte was always on my side and gave me lots of advice. Charlotte’s husband had a friend named Cliff. I would see him often when I was visiting.