‘I just know,’ she said with confident assurance, as if she was privy to a spiritual revelation. ‘I don’t know how you can say I’m the one, ...hen we’ve only had the one date, Becky,’ I said. Wanting to believe her, thinking about being her man and being with her, then thinking of all the good times I’d be missing out on, if I settled down now, instead of waiting to tie the knot later, I was reticently resistant. How did she know that I was the one? How could she possibly know that I was the one. Quickly i buckle her ankle tight to the leg of the chair, the next leg is a lot easier...she gives and small kick but its futile, she looks up at me through tear streaked mascara eyes, we both know there is no escape. I take my knife and begin to cut her dress open eventually tearing it with my hands exposing her chest. Then with the knife i slowly cut the straps of her bra and eventually turn my attentions to her lower half. I run the cold steel of the blade against the soft skin of her inner. Looking sheepishly at me, Sandy said she had dropped the tissues down the hole.On many occasions, we had laughed about that story. As you grow older, you realize how important those little events are in forming a relationship that will hopefully stand the test of time. I would often tell Sandy, that if she were ever cloned, I would know how to find out which one was her. She would be the only one able to correctly answer the question about the tissues.The rock I was sitting on began to get a. He had set up the meet and had sat in the corner and watched. Once the coworker had left he had relieved his load into Sal as well. Sal had caught the bug though. She was hooked. She wanted more and more black cock and Bill was getting less and less of her attention. That was when Missy was 17. Missy was their only daughter. She also got pregnant around that time and they gave the c***d up for adoption. After the baby was gone a serious conversation took place where they asked their daughter.