Her face was beaming as she told my mother, "Michael asked me to marry him today."Continuing to snugly hold her Granddaughter to her breast, my mother...beamed back at us. The waterfall that had subsided a little while ago, began to flow again. "Oh, that's wonderful," my mother told her.My mother glanced down at the product of Lindie's and my shared love. After pausing for a moment, returning her gaze to Lindie, she followed that with, "And what did you say?" We said YES!" bellowed Michelle as. Her breathing was getting heavier as I felt the hardness in my mouth, I looked up at her and her head was moving as she moaned softly and then she was gone again, her head went back with her mouth slightly open, I stood up and removed my shorts hoping against all hope that Brett didn’t walk in anytime soon.I stood up on the sofa and positioned myself in front of Ali with my cock to her lips, I ran the swollen head around her lips smearing her with my leaking pre-cum. I leant against the wall. .' Mumbling I asked '...How do I...' he cut me off by moving towards me and placing his hand on my head and pressing down till I went to me knees. My eyes were still locked with his as he continued '...it's either this way or I fuck you. Which do you want or do you want them both?...' Needless to say that my lust was climbing as I looked up in his expecting gaze hearing him say '...go ahead and open your lips and kiss it softly. Taste the sweet nectar of my pre-cum and suck your fill...'. “You do? You mean that? Like real, honest to goodness love?”“I mean it!” I said, reaching across the table to take her hand. “I love you, Penelope Margaret O’Neil!”“I love you, too, Steve. I, uh, don’t even know your full name.”“Stephen Mark Adams, but only my mom calls me that!” I replied.“I don’t understand. If you love me, why wouldn’t you have sex with me?”“Because it’s a bad idea to go from being angry to having sex without having time to talk about it and think about it. Are you still.