He tried to supress a smile but failed, and her anger increased. ‘I won’t go,’ she said, crossing her arms. He pulled her arms apart and put the... around him. ‘Yes you will. And you’ll let me pay for it.’ ‘Sean, don’t you see? It’s not your problem. I can’t ask you to– ‘ ‘You didn’t. I want to do it. For you.’ He looked into her eyes, watching them soften with the contact and his soothing voice. ‘I love you, Aimee Rogers. And I want you to marry me someday.’ Her eyes widened, and he continued.. The crocus with their skirts of blue purple white and yellow were gone, hiding beneath the ground, waiting for the next year when they would pop their little heads through the remaining winter snow, assuring mankind that the life cycle is once again being renewed. Bob drove to town that day and went directly to the nursery to order plants to put into his gardens at his country home. He had a good idea what he wanted, but decided to look at the Nursery catalogs to see what was new. His objective. I lifted her skirt up, spread her legs, and put the swollen tip of my cock against her dripping pussy. I grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed it over her slit a few times before pushing into her. She grunted as I drove my swollen cock into her and started fucking her hard. Each thrust was met with a moan."Fuck me... fuck me....oh god fuck me..." she moaned as I pumped into her.I felt the pressure building but didn't want to cum too fast. I slowed my pace, my arms hooked under her legs, and began. And before long, the sun had been replaced by the heavenly moon, as if granting the wedding its blessing to move forward. People were drunk, enjoying good company. Beer and mead were passed around at every corner of the village; large tables of food were freely displayed for the warriors and ruling class to take from. There wasn't a worry on anyone's mind, yet a group of drunk Norsemen - men loyal to the Jarl of the newly allied village Jokulsa - had found their way over to the stables.They.