And by the time we finished our third margarita, Patrick was not only feeling no pain, he was also feeling-up his buzzed wife whenever she bent over t... take a shot. Actually, it was kind of funny to watch – I guess drinking margaritas turned Patrick into a pervert and a pool shark all at the same time. > > > > > Vicki had just finished topping off our margaritas, and now it was her turn to shoot. This time she didn’t have much to shoot at, so she took her time to decide which ball to play. When. I reached into the box and took the ring and asked with love if you would be my wife. With tears in your eyes you look at me and say ‘Yes,’ with that I slipped the ring on your finger and leaned over and sealed our love with a special kiss. One mixed with tenderness and a hint of passion. All through dessert and the rest of the evening you kept looking at your hand with your ring and smiling. The love we felt for each other soon took the shape of planning our wedding and honeymoon. It didn’t. I kept my mouth on hers as much as possible, trying to keep her quiet, and not having much success.She calmed after a few minutes, and her hold on me started to relax. I held her close, still massaging that wonderful ass, and relishing the feel of my penis in her hot, wet depths. She took a deep, shuddering breath, then lifted her eyes to mine, and a faint smile crossed her face. "I love you," she said quietly, "especially when you make feel like this." What, you only love me when I make you. Highly toned arms. Superbly flat stomach. Sculpted thighs. Large calves. Not that Erick would have noticed. He just wasn’t that preoccupied with himself.He exited his three-bedroom, two-bath, brick-and-vinyl exterior ranch style home. In the carport sat his cherry red 2015 Jeep Grand Cherokee. He hopped inside and backed out of the driveway. He navigated the surface streets for about twenty minutes until he was at the desired parking lot.The athletic man jumped out of the SUV. He secured his.