" I sat up and pulled a small black satin box out of my nightstand. "April Elizabeth Hunter, I have loved you since the moment I met you. But our age ...ifference caused me to doubt myself for so long. When we finally connected I felt my soulmate had finally found me. Now that I have you, I never wanna be apart again. Will you do me the extreme honor of being my wife?" April looked up at me from behind red tearful eyes and nodded. "Yes baby...yes." I opened the box and slipped the ring on her. "There is only one way I'm gonna' keep my mouth shut about you and the black punk!" he menaced. With that he pushed me backwards onto the grass in my front yard, until I fell on my back with a shove, my legs splayed, and the voluminous soft folds of my satin dress gathered at my waist, exposing my pussy to him."I knew it!" Mr. Davis exclaimed. "You've been fucking that k**. Now it is my turn!"His hands hooked their thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and he dropped his shorts and underwear. It also makes you feel fucking sexy...The lace on my soft skin is like a confidence boost. It looks and feels sexy. I feel like a seductress about to pounce on her willing prey. I look in the mirror and I can see my skin through the lace. It shows so much, but still leaves some for the imagination. I turn and look at my ass. I can see that the bottom of my ass cheeks peek out just a little and the little black thong is barely visible. I turn back to the front and look at my breasts. The lace. ..Or, at least, that’s what the radio forecast called for later. But at the moment, it was somewhat pleasant and cool as Chris Samson drove home from work. His mind was fuzzy and his body felt drained after seven days sequestered at the office. All he wanted was to be home in his comfy little apartment for a few days.“Damned idiots at the agency,” he grumbled aloud. “I told ‘em from the start this project was more than they expected, but it’s not like anybody ever listens to me around.