. okay then. That's the one I want."If I'd known I could put a stop to the endless dithering, I would have said something sooner. I did not ask Tina's...opinion because Tina would not be wearing this ring. Fiona would.The ring was a little tight and had to be resized. It would be ready early the following week. Her intention to dramatically display it at the office would have to wait a couple of days. I think that frustrated her more than anything. I had to keep in mind that this was a first for. We had got along pretty well, and it was all very surprising and innocent at first. He just asked me out for some drinks to see how I was doing, haven't seen him in 4 years. I accepted, and he said to meet him at this club he goes to. It was a goth club, pretty small one too. I'm not much of a club person really. I've gone to some of them, but not often and never a goth club. I felt like dressing up for it. So, I put on a little miniskirt and a cute leather top that my mother would kill me if. He held the door open for me as Iwent outside, a shopping bag in each arm, and tried to strike upa conversation as we both began walking in the same direction."Can I carry one of your bags?"I juggled them as I smiled back at him. "Thanks, that would benice." He took the heavier one and hoisted it up next to the oneshe was carrying. We stopped at a light and I tried to think ofsomething to say. "Cooking for one?" I blurted out, blushingfuriously after I said it. What had gotten into me?"Afraid. You know I love the taste of my pussy but with seasonings, oh my my!” She moved in for another long passionate kiss.Peter asked “How does it feel? Is it OK?”“It’s interesting. It tingles, must be the capsaicin in the pepper” Kitty giggled.Peter dove back down into Kitty’s pussy, totally enjoying the fact that he was married to the sexiest person he knew. He continued to lap luxuriously at her seasoned pussy, smacking his lips at the delightful flavors. Again and again he brought his wet face up.