We had the best sex that morning and went back to sleep again.Ariana was not next to me when I got up in the afternoon. She was wearing a T-shirt and ...itting in the living room in deep thought.Me: Hey, what’s the matter? (Pressing her boobs from behind and pointing at the T-shirt)Ariana: Sit down. I want to talk to you.Me: Yeah, I am right here.Ariana: Earlier today, I asked you to marry me. Before that, I want to tell you something.Me: What? Do you have a kid or something? Or you don’t want to. "Amber, right?" I asked as I approached. "Amber Hartfield?" Yeah," she said, sniffling and trying to look like she hadn't been crying."Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't look okay."No," she said and I could see the strain on her face that came with herattempt to keep herself from bursting into tears again.I nodded, and then I sat down next to her on the porch."Want to tell me about it?" I asked her next. "Perhaps I can help."She turned and stared at me for a moment. I knew that she couldn't. She loved Jason’s cooking and knowing that he’d thought of her made her smile. They made their way to a quiet green along the river, Amy put down the blanket and they both sat down. They had been exchanging texts over the weeks but hadn’t really spoke about much. They ate and continued to talk about their families, the conversation soon turned to a sexual nature. Amy put her hand on Jason’s thigh and he stroked the side of her head. He pulled her in closer and began to kiss her wrapping his. It was only Alan and itwas only for kissing and cuddling. But I tingled at the feeling. Alan moved over and took charge even more. He slid my peignoiroff, leaving it puddled on the floor. Then, with one practicedmotion, he unhooked my bra and let that slip to the floor. My nipples were exposed. To a man. What would he do with them?!?! No one had ever?[gasp]. The rogue was kissing me, rubbing hisstiff, leaky cock against mine. Dripping. Mixing juices. That wasn't what I said we would do..