I kissed her neck and told her how beautiful she was. She turned her head smiled at me and gave me a big wet kiss.She rolled onto her back and bent d...wn to take her cock in my mouth. She moaned and told me the guy she was with never did that and lost interest in her after he would cum. I told her he was an idiot. After hanging out, kissing and cuddling for a while she said that she had never been there. I offered to give her a tour of the place. She asked about the dress code. I said. She knew it too -- you could cut the tension in that room with a knife, and I think she enjoyed showing off her assets to me, if you know what I mean.As she increased the pace of the treadmill she started to breathe heavier and to sweat, and her skin got flushed with the effort. Her arms were pumping, her ponytail was swinging, and her cheeks were swiveling like they had a motor in them.I was getting pretty worked up about this, especially because now that there was a possibility I was going to. I supposeit's the same reason I have my party dresses. I don't wear them that often,but when I really get the need to glam up I can just take one out and wearit.The idea won't go away though. I find myself thinking where I'd go toget one. The thought occurs that some of the more upmarket high streetstores have wedding ranges and I already know my size in most of them.That takes one obstacle out of the way, I'd know that I was getting theright thing. It's still impossible though, I know it is.I. ‘I’m not strong enough,’ I told him. Rocky laughed and told me it wasn’t how strong you were, it was getting the knack of holding and swinging the hammer properly as well as developing the accuracy of your blow. After that day, I would go to the Smithy a couple of evenings a week and during the days most weekends and holidays, to watch Rocky working. I got to know most of his friends. Nearly all of them had motorbikes. They all had nicknames of one kind or another, some of them quite strange,.