That would be my opportunity to ask permission to marry Michelle.Just on queue, Michelle excused herself. Her parents and I chit chatted for several m...nutes, and then I blurted it out, in my most sophisticated British accent. “Michelle and I have decided to get married, but first I want your permission to do so,” was my line, having practiced it in my mind for the last two days. “Oh Ben!” said the mom, “Wasn’t that the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard?” I could tell the Doc was pleased as well.. "Nikki either show me or I hide your make-up case...in Alaska!" You wouldn't!" Ohh but I would, it's best to know what hostages to take ahead of timeand that is your bane that huge box of goods!" Ohhh Aung told me you Drow can...heck ARE evil!" she hisses at me andhands over the phone."Yep, trained to be that way...by the best!" I warn her.As I take the phone, I key the e-mail and look at the set of picturesjust sent to Nikki. When I swipe through them, I am seething in angerand rage so bad, my. He was watching!Just then I woke up. John was in the bathroom getting out of the shower. He left the door open, again, and the light was burning my sleepy eyes. Damn it! Ruined a perfectly good dream! I was still full of two loads of cum from the night before. (No wonder I was so wet in my dream!) I reached over and grabbed my vibrator from the night stand. I had to satisfy this or else I would be thinking about it all day.My pussy was soaking wet--a combination of cum and my own juice.. I was wearing a pair of black bikini panties and black yoga pants with a black shirt. I arrived to the sex shop and as I walked in I walked past a couple of guys talking and noticed them looking at my ass. I walked into the back room and found a empty booth and sat down and pulled the curtain over leaving a peek hole. I sat there rubbing crotch and this older man peeked into my booth and I waved him in. He stood in front of me and grabbed my head and pulled me into his crotch. It smelled like.