" She is," CC sighed. "your wife is pretty gorgeous, too. You're a lucky man." I am. When are you two going to tie the knot?" I'm not sure we are. I a...ked her, but she doesn't think she's good enough for me." That's ridiculous." I know. Trouble is, she's not wrong about some things. My family won't accept her. I don't mind about that. I want her anyway. She just thinks she won't fit into the life of a solicitor."Joe grunted. "Shall I ask Denise to have a word with her?"CC sighed again. "I don't. “I’ll join you in a moment,” he replied.As I was terminating my morning pee Giuseppe entered the bathroom. His dick was still semi erect as he walked in, and once more my eyes almost spun in my head with excitement. Asking him if I should hold off flushing the toilet, he shook his head and told me to go ahead.“I like to piss in the shower in the morning,” he informed me with an impish grin. “My dad and I drive my mother crazy, and she always craps us out for being messiest pissers in the. I tell her Im from Germany and Im a white boy who only like black girls. She know I like to tie girls up and play with them and I use a condom all time when I have sex wit them. She ask me one time, “how many languages do you speak?” I tell her I can German of course, that my mother tongue and I speak Swedish and English but I’m not so good wit English. She also know I live in Africa for some time and I have ex-girlfriend who still live there and I send money to her to help her out. I share. We visited a bit then she said, “If you wish to talk more you must go with me while I do chores.” I helped where I could, my first introduction to farm life. I learned that she only had a high-school formal education but had a PHD (piled higher and deeper) in growing hay and grazing cattle in OK.Just as I was about to leave I asked, “Would you have dinner with me on Saturday night?”She smiled a big one. “A date? I haven’t had one of those in years. Of course. What time?”When I picked her up she.