He holds out the box to her and tries to read her expression. He can’t. She’s good at hiding her feelings as to make her a constant mystery to him... ‘I want to marry you, have children with you, grow old with you, have tacky Christmas trees with you, and eat really bad things on Holidays forever and ever with you. You are the only one in my life that I am completely sure of. So, please will you be my wife?’ He didn’t get an answer that day. She’d told him without cracking a smile that she needed. He gently worked the dress off her body. The only thing she wore underneath was the briefest of bikini panties. He gasped at the perfection of her body. Her small firm breasts were crowned with nipples of a deep pink, that begged to be kissed. Although he felt like a total asshole, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and putting his lips to one waiting peak. He kissed it, and straightened back up, then he leaned over once more to take it more fully into his mouth enjoying the taste of. Annette had been rubbing her pussy as she listened to the fucking in the next room. She brought herself to a small orgasm but after the last couple days she wasn't ready for a big one right then. She fell into a peaceful sleep. The next morning when Annette awoke it was about 9am and Jerry had long ago left for work. She smelled bacon and followed her nose to the kitchen. Bev was cooking bacon and had eggs ready to go on the stove. "I was just about to go get you so you did not sleep all. Very quickly she seemed to approach her mountaintop, her hands came up to release the clamps right when her orgasm hit her. I was amazed :her scream must have rattled windows down the street. I untied her tits, which fell heavily, and massaged them as they returned to color, she orgasmed again as I rubbed them before she coaxed a hot, wet load down her throat.. The Reverend Brenda Porter’s arrival was on time, and she was just as I pictured her. She was medium height big boned woman, neither.