You could see the picture start to shake in his hands even in the subdued light of the pub."You're them!!" he whispered in shock."No," Margie answered... "That is a picture of our great-grandmothers. We have been told often that we bear a striking resemblance to them." Yes, we're here to see the man in that picture. The one that owns the other half of this pub," Katie told the barman."You're those O'Connells," he said, and then paused."Yes, I'm Mary Kathleen O'Connell, the fourth, and this is my. He was shaking so hard he almost dropped the box, then bent down on one knee and took her small hand in his. In addition, with a quivering voice said, "Jennifer Wilson, will you marry me?" He slowly opened a small blue velvet box, revealing an antique silver wedding band and matching engagement ring.Jennifer excitedly replied, "Oh Mathew Roger! Yes I will marry you," wiping a single tear of joy from the corner of her eye. "Oh sweetheart the rings are so beautiful. I love you!"She melted in. I stare at your strong legs, the sinuous muscles of your hard thighs. I slide over to your side of the bed, the musky man scent that your body left behind fills my nostrils and makes my head reel. My nipples become erect as I think back to just a few moments ago and the passion we shared. I can't control the muscles in my pussy as it contracts expelling what is left of your cum as it trickles out and flows between my legs. I close my eyes as I savour the sensation. I can see us in my mind as I. I knew Dad's mouth was watering at the very thought of tasting her young coochie. He had to be as hard as a rock by now, and their was no way in hell that he would pass up an opportunity like this. Miss free pussy? Not my dad."Isn't she beautiful?" Frank asked, as he caressed her soft, white tits. Frank's hands roamed her young body in an attempted to break my father's will. Frank slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, slipping his hand inside to find her pussy. He fingered her a few.