It was so nice of him than he sat on the floor and removed my sandals I was feeling his hand massaging my soft feets and legs that I waxed a day befor.... I had closed my eyes and taking deep breathes I was imagining of getting kissed and he kissed my both feets mwah mwah and stood up he is now kissing my forehead nd eyes mwah mwah mwah and he make me to lay on the bed as I lay I flexed my right leg nd salwar of left leg got up Janu sat beside my feets massaging them gently Janu told me many. I cringe because when he hurts I hurt. You know that; you have talked to me about that fact.” “If Dan and I have a sharing of some sort of vows it may be sitting under the shade of that big live oak in Mrs. Patron’s back yard. It may well be just two people holding hands and agreeing to share what little bit of life they can have together.” Once again Artsy turned to Dan who was still close. With her off hand she pulled him in for a kiss that lingered and grew to an exchange of passion. Artsy. Her shorts caught at her knees, and she lifted her shirt up and over her head. "Whatcha' think boys? Would either of ya like ta fuck me? HERE AND NOW?" Both, in light of last night, had to decline. They were both mesmerized by her show, and promised her that it WOULD HAPPEN, as soon as possible. She reached over and took both of their cell phones, and snapped pictures of herself. "NOW ya got something ta remember me by. You're gonna see some changes, soon. THEN YA BETTER HOLD ON TA YER HATS.". I sat up and walked over to the door. Two young black men sat in our little living room area anxiously awaiting my signal. I waved them over and turned around to face my new wife. I slid open a drawer in the dresser near the door and took out a hand held video recorder, flicked it open and quickly pushed the record button. The little red dot blinked on and I aimed it at Stacie, her stunning gown filling the small LCD screen. I didn't want her to forget one moment of this."One thing I did want.