Then she did a double take as thechild had found a pen and paper, with a look of concentration it was asit seemed scribbling but it was writing in a c...ildish script. It wasthree words and the words burned into her soul the further mystery ofthe lack of the presence of Simon was possibly answered. 'IT ME SIMON'it read and Rachael looked at the shaky script and she burst outlaughing. The infant looked furious and punched a tiny fist onto thecar seat, then she started to cry as the pain of the. All the congratulations, the fake smiles I had to put on. The last 2 hours passed by in a blur. I can’t believe he proposed to me. I really should be happy that he’d proposed, but I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t really know him. I mean, we’ve only known each other for less than a year! In terms of really dating, it’s only been 7 months. And truth be told, in those 7 months, even I haven’t shown him the ‘real me’, and by real I don’t mean no make up. Do I love him? I constantly ask. . first I get to fuck my wife right in front of everyone," Miles said, pushing Mrs. Sloane's bottoms to her ankles and easing his way into her sloppy wet cunt."Oh, yes, honey! Remind everyone that even if you let other men fuck your wife and knock her up, she's still your wife and she belongs to you!" Pamela's voice oozed her wanton craving for such public delights."You know what, Daddy, I think that it is yours," Angie whispered in her father's ear as she stroked his balls, even as he kept. ‘Sorry, but no thanks,’ I replied. I could see there’d be some benefits – God, those legs! And I’d seen her practically naked. Not only seen, but touched. Damn, all I’d need is a sign she was interested and I’d have her on her sprawled on her back on that desk of hers – She uncrossed her legs, pulled down her skirt, a futile gesture, and folded her arms across her chest. ‘In that case, I want to speak with you about the terms and conditions you negotiated with Father.’ ‘Where is the old man,.