"You... you want to marry me?" That's what I am saying. I don't want this child feeling anything but completely loved and wanted. No running out on hi...–or her!" Yes! Oh, Chris, I would love to marry you! Oh, this is even better than I thought it would be! I was willing to raise this baby by myself–with you and Mom around to help from time to time. But if you want to be a real father and get married, then that's even more wonderful! Oh, I'm going to cry!" Well don't do that, Sis–you spent too. “So, what did you two want anyway?” I asked.“Oh yeah, we almost forgot. You don't have a best man, or maid of honor yet, do you?” Alicia pondered.“No,” we both replied in tones.We just looked at them, as they looked at us.“What?” I asked.“Well, can we be your maid of honor, and best man?” Scott asked.We both just grinned, I didn't think either one of us, actually thought about that, until they brought it up.“Sure, Scott, but you gotta be the maid of honor though,” Travis replied.“Smart ass,”. And mami said tht tan hai tera ini jaldi kam ho giya…mami ji na apni fudi saff kiti and mera lun again fadd liya per mera lun khara nhi hunda piya c so mami ji na mera lun apn muh wich liye lya and chussn lag piye thn with in 10 sec mera lun fir kada ho giyaMami ji na mera lan apni fudi tye rkhiya and main joor nal lun fudi wich paa dita mami di fudi bhut khuli cc bcz mamji told tht mera mama da lun bhut mota c per bhut chota c like 5″…so tht why uhna di fudi tori khuli hoiye c ..per main tan. " The week prior to them arriving my heart raced every day thinking about scenarios were I might get to see and touch that sexy body of hers. Our agreement of no sex, still stood, but whatever else happened, happened. So they arrived on a Friday evening with the usual fanfare of small chit chat and hellos. Our kids ran off to other parts of the house to ransack through toys and do what kids do. Seeing my sister in law instantly turned me on, knowing that we both discretely explored each others.