She approached him and stopped just in front. He lifted her veil as he was going to do again tomorrow and kissed her. Liam: Sweetheart, I love you w...th all my heart.Olive: My soul is yours. I am so happy to be with you.Liam: Are you ready to give me your special gift?Olive: Take me, my love. I am ready and eager.Liam: It may hurt a little.Olive: It will make feel like I am part of you. Like I am yours. Go deep, go hard, go fast, make this last part of me your very own. I surrender my. She smiled drunkenly and then spread her legs slightly, giving me better access.Steve was surreptitiously watching my actions and I could see that he was fidgeting and squirming in his seat I was quite sure that his dick was either getting hard or was hard already. I subtly shook my head, indicating that the time was getting close for some action, but was not yet quite desirable. He seemed to relax somewhat as he struggled to force his eagerness to diminish.I slipped my fingers under the. And letters ... and photographs. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers, a motorbike behind them. Photographs of the two of them walking at the seaside, or in the Lake District; neatly labelled on the backs, date, place ... names. Wedding photos, the groom young, tall, handsome; the bride, though I didn't know it, looking a little like me, literally blushing in white. The order of service for the funeral. I held the photograph of them looking happy together, gazing at it as my. I’m a regular. No one gives me a second look. I stand six feet two inches tall, with light brown skin, long curly black hair and pale green eyes. I’m a third-generation police officer. My father, Sean Linwood was a Boston police sergeant until he retired about three years ago. A blue-blooded Irish cop like so many in this town. My mother, Susan Hayworth was a city cop too. She was biracial, of African-American and Puerto Rican descent. I guess that makes me biracial too. Whatever. I’m not big.