You tell me to open my eyes now, and you press the head of your cock against my clit and I moan softly, wanting to feel it deep in my wet pussy. I wig...le my hips a little to the left to get it centered, but you hold back, not pressing it into my wetness even though you know how bad I want it in me. You move a hand down to my pussy and start rubbing my clit again and as I gasp, you quickly slide your cock deep into me with one thrust, as far as it will go. You stop moving for a moment to allow. As soon as the movie started, he chuckled and asked me to kiss. I was really turned on by him saying that. I said, we should wait a moment.A minute passed and we're relaxed. I don't know how to start making with him, so I hold his legs. It doesn't feel good because I'm nervous, so I just lay my hands down on his thigh. I pretend to watch the movie and I leaned right to his side.He told me he would kiss me, and, suddenly, his lips were on my lips. It's so soft, I'm telling you, it feels heaven. After another six months, I gave her the ring back. We decided on a spring wedding. Then I threw a hiccup into the plans. I had a prenuptial agreement drawn up. I wanted to protect myself and my assets from a divorce. I had already experienced her rages. Well, she had a meltdown over the prenup. She accused me of not planning for the rest of our life together. She called it a cop-out.I had enough. “Sign the prenup, or give me the ring and get out of my life. I love you, and your son, but I will. My physical health was improving; I hardly needed the stick except when I got tired. My limbs still ached, but the physio and gym work were countering the worst of it and I was physically very fit. Mentally my memory was returning in spurts, and my short-term memory constantly surprised me, though I still carried Geoff's little wonder as a back up.The problem was getting some memory of Ann and the children. I remembered a family playing in the back garden at Cherry Tree it was more what they.