I felt him squirm and tense with anticipation, as he grasped my hair away from my face. The soft pull worked in sync with the rhythm of our bodies. Th... soft pull got stronger when he tensed harder, the squirming turning to trembling. I savored the hot gush in my mouth briefly before I pushed him further into my throat and let him enjoy the sensation of the contraction called swallowing. I swirled my tongue again. I rippled it, then transitioned to a roll with the application of rhythmic. Sharp, he said in his smooth voice. There was always something unsettling about him, something I could not quite put a finger to. Steffan had always been a cute guy growing up. He had never come up short of admirers. He stood at around six feet, with a muscled body, and a lovely brooding eyes. When he talked to you, you felt like there was nobody else around. He really paid attention and genuinely seemed to care. He was an obvious favorite in the family. Steffan had a different side to him. . . . .? ‘Then we have no marriage!’ Bill looked away and the anger on his face was so intense it scared me. But I was safe here in this room. Actually, if truth be told, I knew I was safe anyway. Bill would never hit me. The man he was couldn’t do that. The meeting went very quickly and the attorneys gave us the final paperwork to sign. I was to keep the house, half of all assets, child support from Bill in the amount of $500 per month, and alimony of $50 per month. Since I was working and. But my sister was not who I was headed for. She had just gotten back to her seat and deserved a break. Instead, I approached the girl next to her, Cindy Hartwell, Amanda's maid-of-honor, and asked her to dance.Despite the fact that she had also just returned to her seat, she graciously accepted my invitation. The music having already restarted, we joined the other couples on the dance floor.We had been favored with a slow number. Cindy proved to be a very good dancer, blessed with a natural.