He urged me to have a look. I lubed my right arm and searched his insides. I was in shoulder deep, like I had been many times before. There was someth...ng in there indeed. It was a small box. I could hardly grab it, but managed to get it out. Andy turned around and I opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my life. He didn’t even have to ask. I jumped at him, kissed him and shouted: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, I want to marry you!” Tears ran down my face and I was. The only thing David didn't always like was Megan's job. There were times when her schedule got messed up, or other times when she was due to get off work that she'd be asked to stick around for a while longer if things got busy at the restaurant she worked for. Or if someone didn't come in for one reason or another. But even then, he didn't mind hanging around the apartment waiting for her to come home, as again he had come to value and appreciate the new friendships he'd created with her two. "Does it feel nice?" It feels very nice, Peter. You're so gentle."He squeezes them again, a little harder this time, causing a tingle to run from the pit of my stomach down to between my legs."Oh..." What happened?" Nothing, I just... it feels good, Peter."He groans quietly and continues to massage my breasts over my clothes in a delicious rhythm, my eyes drowsily opening and closing in a longing pleasure."Oh Peter...you're so good at this, Sweetheart. You're so generous."He groans again, his. He studied his young mother as he had so many times recently, realizing all over again just how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous, sexy mother as his lover. Ajitha was only thrity-one years old, having married when she was fifteen. She had biven birth to Anand exactly eight months after her marriage. As her first baby, she had a special place for Anand in her heart. Ajitha smiled seductively at her son. Her hair was dark like night, tumbling down around her shoulders in gentle waves. She had.