It's never too late. I believe God took his time making her. Her skin is unique, and is one of royalty. So, don't be taken aback.Amber really deserves...the finest. Who cares if it's from me?Not much later, I arrived to the church where Amber was supposed to get married. I wrote a poem to Amber as a goodbye. (It was a suggestion...) I wanted to make the wedding as less awkward as possible, so I wanted to deliver my note to her personally before she got married. I knocked at her door, uneasily.. Also, she’d already learned that nobody on Earth Two was in the least intimidated by her very presence, or with her so called, gold plated press pass, which had turned out to be a totally worthless piece of plastic and not worth a damn. She now feared the worst for herself, but didn’t really give a fart in the wind about, because it was something she knew she could handle, if she had to. It was the fate of her girls that was making her a nervous wreck.She felt so God damned guilty about. " You watch that one, I'll be watching our girls learn to ski," I toldher.She found a pair of Skis and poles. Then we found a pair for bothTiffany and Sherry, who were thrilled.Becca put up a fuss because they didn't have any in her size. "I knowfor a fact that they have skis in your size at the resort," Greg said."Rewly? You not makun fun ob me are you?" Yes they really do, I promise. And they come with free ski lessons." Why you tellun me for?" Becca looked at him hard. "You wan kissy facemy. OMG!I'm totally open down there. My eyes try to stay focused on my dark-skinned lover, but the images stretch and stutter. By now, closed eyesare the best way to keep from getting too dizzy. His sensuous touchalong my most sensitive areas are enough stimulation, anyway. It's thetouch that I want."I didn't know that you liked to be touched there," he whispers into myear referring to the soaked junction between my legs."Yes," I moan. Touch me again."Do you want me to touch you there more?".