" I told her I was relieved she was okay, and that she had me worried. "Aww, you are so sweet for being concerned," she said, "I'm sorry."In the confu...ion, I had failed to notice two things. One, she was dressed only in a sheer lilac nylon robe which tied around her waist, and came down only to mid-thigh. She had black patent leather high heels on, but nothing else. The most striking thing was that she had coloured her hair the light brunette colour she had in the photos she had shown me. I was complete nude. She sat on me and started to remove her dress one by one. Really she was like an angel. White in color, 34 d boobs, white thymes, deep naval and nicely shaved pussy. Even an inch of her body was not black or in any other color. She was complete white in complexion. She came on to me complete nude. She first started to kiss my eyes and went down. She inserted her tongue in my mouth and licked my tongue. I became crazy of her boobs and started to fondle them. She licked my. Poul didn't think I had been obviously sleeping, so I must have only been daydreaming.When we came back I was aroused and wanted to spend some time in bed with Poul, but our friend Torsten asked us to help with setting-up tables and decorating the room where we were to eat. There were going to be almost 80 adults and about as many teenagers, as there were two girls and a boy (cousins and a cousin once-removed) from the same family who were to be confirmed together. When finally we were back in. Preening her wavy black hair, perfectly kempt, Marianne rested it over one shoulder. Naked, sat on my thighs, she looked every bit the woman I married: statuesque, not petite, and not too curvy. Often mistaken as Slavic in heritage, those angular features and deep brown eyes were the model of indifference.If it were just about her looks, we would have a great marriage.Watching my reaction, I could not hide my expression of hope and she diverted her gaze. Guilt perhaps at the symbol of my.