She helped herself, savouring the rich taste of the biscuit and the bite of the hot tea. Slowly the ache in her back eased and she relaxed...back into the chair. Steve watched her over the rim of his mug, his eyes on her face as he sipped. Maria blushed under the intensity of his gaze. "Is something wrong?" Maria asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Steve mumbled. "Have I got something on my dress, or in my teeth?" "No it's just..." "Just what?". I am not sure I can handle all that just this second and still make rational decisions about any of it.”I said, “I can imagine how you feel, especially coming from a background that emphasized a traditional marriage. I had parents that kept telling me to question everything, even the most basic assumptions about life.”“So, you questioned the one about marriage. You knew Mindy, what an hour before you proposed to her.”“I was ripe for the bet, let’s say. I’d thought of marriage as requiring deep. Meaning that I cannot get myself to use it as freely and effortlessly as I have done with it before. But then what can I use this time around? What exactly and precisely? I stumble across a bottle of cold wine that is as chilly and freezing as snow and ice itself. I think this will work and be suitable for now. Perhaps, perhaps not so! I open the bottle quietly and soundlessly and then spill and pour the wine in driblets and sluggish streams all over my entire body. Wonderful! This is so great. As the wind really picked up we quickly went in and stood him behind me hands on my shoulders as we watched the lightning. Rubbing my shoulders moving his hands down rubbing my ass and the rest of my body, he began to kiss my neck and softly rubbing and cupping my breast. As I turn around we began to kiss passionately rubbing each other lots of toungue like 2 teenagers. As I pulled his shirt off and he slid my dress down exposing my lingerie he was like wow! As I started to kiss his body all.