His smile when he realized I didn’t look away was big enough for me to see his upper teeth and his jade eyes to wrinkle at the corners. “What’s ...our name?” he asked in a voice only a semi-tone deeper than mine. “Jacob. Yours?” I replied receiving a wink from Jared and a thumbs up from Mike. “Caleb. I think we used to work together at Berry’s Mechanical Shop.” I raised a brow. “I guess we were in different teams. I don’t really remember anyone’s names from there. It’s been what, two years since. Steve I can’t bear to think that I might lose you and if we formalise our relationship, I think it might be a good thing; but only if you are willing of course.” And then Kyle uttered those traditional words: “Steve will you marry me?”“Of course I will. How could you possibly think otherwise as we have been tied to one another more or less since day one when you moved in here with me? So what do we have to do to get hitched?”“Well Steve we need to get a licence from the Cook County Clerk’s. I hate to jinx myself because whenever I want something great to happen it falls through.Spencer is a 24 year old, law student in Chicago. He and I met through mutual friends at a party several weeks ago. We called each other and have texted periodically. I found that we have similar interests and senses of humor, but we both can acknowledge our insecurities. Although I saw him only once at the party, I remember his confident demeanor, his loving blue eyes and dark curly hair. He showed. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the seat. She had her hand down on my arm so it appeared we were simply holding hands as I slowly massaged her clit.The attendant came by and asked me if we would like anything to drink. I ordered a beer and Sandy opened her eyes and asked for a vodka tonic. The attendant went to the seats next to us and Sandy again leaned back and closed her eyes.Her pussy was now not just wet but juicy. My fingers were now covered with her juices as she.