"I too have a confession to make to you," responded Jason, "but before Ido I want you to know that I don't care what you were only what you are.I love...you. I want you to be my wife. I hope that you will feel the sameabout me." Of course I do," said Britney as she broke down into tears of joy andkissed Jason smearing her lipstick all over his face."Strangely I have an almost identical story to tell you. I was a girlwith a terminal genetic illness. About the same time that you had your. I came across these stories 2 weeks back & was very eager to write my true exp with my 1’st encounter with a boy of 19 in Trivandrum. I was site in charge at my father’s construction site in ’96, I had 3 room house far from my site I had a full time cook Dinesh; he was a good cook & very caring. I used to sleep like a dead man after my dinner, it never used to be like that before because I get very tired at the site, only we both stayed in the house my wife would come to site once in a week. As you lower yourself to your knees you spit on my hard thick shaft again. You get on your knees and grab the base of my hard shaft as I put my hands on your pantyhose covered thighs.. You let out a moan as you feel the tip of my cock enters your hot, moist pussy. You let go of my cock and slowly lower yourself down onto my cock feeling my hard shaft enter your tight pussy. You straighten up your body as I run my hands up and down your thighs. I watch you as you start to rock back and forth. Your other half. I’m starting to think Aristophanes had a good point, and that’s why Plato had to write him to seem so silly. To love is to be a counterpart. That’s what it means to be someone’s other half. To fit together with them so that you make more sense as one couple than as two individuals.”“Do we truly fit together though Rose?” The Beast asked. “Or are you just infatuated with me because I was somehow the first to see your value? Had you not come to this house, you might have met any.