.. um... well, you know, financial backing. More of... well, your, um, level if you know what I mean." I can't believe you just said that John. May is...to be my wife. She will be my equal, in all things. Period. Accept it or resign."He was silent for a moment, probably stewing at my brashness in finding and marrying someone like this. I know he was trying to protect me as he should have been, and he had never let me down before either. This time though, I was setting the bar and he was going to. The strong aroma of ammonia from her piss will be always there, along with the smell of her POORU OIL (cunt juice).Her panties were home made in those olden days. Usually called nickers or sheddy. These are like trousers, so the crease in the middle will be always inside the cunt slit. You can imagine the amount of pussy butter it can absorb. I often suck that portion and enjoy her cunt flavor. Even by showing her sheddy to my KUNNA (prick) it will jump up and stand like an iron rod. Since her. I just ... I just don't find you pretty."A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. This just could not be happening. This must be a dream. "You found me pretty yesterday!" I shrieked. "When you fucked me in the shower."The restaurant had gone silent. The Maitre D' was walking over. Mark shrugged. "Things change, Mary," Mark said. "You just don't hold a candle to my sister."His words cut so badly, I could feel the tears running down my face. Anger was roiling inside me. I grabbed my wine glass and. "The Chief and the large man had closed to arm-length distance, and their outstretched hands quickly turned into a short hug. Lenore stifled a giggle when they seemed to almost bounce off each other, but the respect and friendship between the men was clear to see."Actually, Donatelli, this young lady is my protégé. She's been helping me work up a boat, and I couldn't ask for better help. She's smart enough to say when she doesn't understand, not like some Electrician's Mates I could name."It.