I felt her nipples harden, and I rolled them in fingers. I moved my mouth from hers, and put it on her other nipple. I sucked her sweet tit, and began...to unbutton her jeans. I slid my fingers down her satin panties and slid my finger into her pussy lips. As I thrust two fingers in an out of her pussy she went from being wet, to being sopping wet, so as I slid her jeans off completly I returned to kissing her and she slid her hand onto my rock hard cock. She undid my jeans, and stroked me before. I mentally changed gears. I had not been ready for this question. I really did not want to marry the child. True, historically on that other earth, woman and girls had married early. But still, it left me feeling like a child molester. I shuddered."If you wish this, I will do it. I must say it is unsettling to me to have to marry a child, though," I said a little grimly."I have looked into her, and she makes a good match for you. She is learning to control her powers quickly, and she will make. She was slowly stroking my dick… she was also making circles on dick, which is something I had never experienced, I had only seen in the triple X movies.. Though she was almost putting all her weight, the weight on my dick was very minimum and she was not crushing it.. (typically our indian women would crush it when you ask them to take charge…) she was a true professional.. I bought her a drink.. she was very happy.. like any asian humble girl she bowed in front of me with her hands folded. " She kissed me and said "Do you think I am the right woman?" I did not know what to say. I was sure she was married. I did not want to be the catalyst that broke up a marriage, if it was a good or bad marriage. I did not want to be paranoid wondering if he was going to hurt me, my car, my property or even Vicky. On the other hand, Vicky was definitely a stunning woman. Longish wavy red hair. A face that was easy to look at. A body that could belonged to someone that went to a gym. Not.