I'll be your mistress, your girlfriend, your best friend. I'll be monogamous and even have your babies. I love you so much." She was crying."I don't u...derstand! Why can't you marry me?" I replied."Buddy, you have the nicest family and friends but even some of them think our age difference is a factor." I saw her look over at Lisa. "Others feel that I would marry you for your financial situation which is not true, but they will notice that over time."Some have said a pre nuptial agreement would. Estaba dura y sentí su líquido salado en mi boca. Lo disfrute y chupe. Abrí mi boca y empecé a meter toda su verga en ella. Cerré mis labios apretando su tronco, Sentía su respiración cambiar de ritmo a medida que su verga entraba y salía, primero despacio luego con más fuerza haciendo cada empujón en mi boca más profundo, llegando hasta mi garganta. Mi mano fue a sus testículos Los sobaba y apretaba mientras mi cabeza iba de atrás hacia adelante sintiendo cada parte de su verga dura.“Ven”Me. Fiona took a sip of her drink, put the glass down and clasped her hands across where she might have had a belt buckle. Her fingers moved nervously."You don't have to tell me anything you don't want," Hank said softly.She shook her head. "I owe it to you," she said.Hank smiled gently at her. "As and when you're ready."She bit her lip, glanced down and then looked him resolutely in the eye. "In many ways I've been foolish and pretty wet," she said. "As I told you, Jeremy was making a lot of. I was wrong; I had been set up for something so much sweeter. There Mrs Richards was, bent over her desk looking back at me with a smile. She had put on the tiniest Tartan skirt, essentially a belt. Poking out underneath was her ass, looking amazingly smooth, pale and delicious, with a thin black strip of material running between her cheeks and covering her pussy. She was wearing a white shirt unbuttoned to the bottom two buttons and a black bra. To go with all this she wore high heeled black.