"And?"Jordan began to chuckle, "Your son Frank thought it was appropriate for me to ask your permission."Martin broke out in laughter. "Are you kiddin...?"The laughter was contagious, "Angel doesn't want to marry me. So Frank somehow thought this would help." What do you mean she doesn't want to marry you?" Martin stopped laughing."I mean," Jordan cleared his throat, "That she won't marry me and I've asked her several times."Martin leaned forward, "I can't force her to marry you, but I'm not sure. "Mmmm" you respond, your mouth full of delicious cock.While you are busy, I remove my shirt. I caress your head as you move up and down my rock hard cock, entwining my fingers in your hair. I help you remove your dress (as much as I am able, releasing your breasts and dr****g the dress around your waste). I am now naked and you only have a sweatsoaked dress d****d around you. I pull you up and kiss you deeply, our tongues meeting."it's my turn," I whisper, releasing our kiss. I remove your. We just talked about skiing and boating for a few minutes until she rested her hand on my shoulder and said, “We’re so happy you were able to spend the long weekend with us, Jimmy. You’re so mature for your age and it’s almost like having another adult with us. Norm told me that he has sometimes given you beer to drink when you come over to our home. Would you be a dear and get us both one from the cooler?”I got up and stood with my crotch close to her face, hopefully without being too obvious,. "I would enjoy talking with you and hearing your feelings. Lisa, your feelings from the physical activity with Al are quite vivid." Lisa blushed. I think I did, too."How do we contact you in the future?" Just hold each other and call for me mentally. I will speak to you mentally though the light will not be present."We stumbled back to the car and got in. Both of us were shaking. Lisa said, "Take us to your apartment. We need to talk." Yes."I drove to my apartment and we went inside.We hugged.