I felt the throbbing, then the pulsing and YESSSS! This one I want to keep sucking as I swallow. I do that. Listen to sighs and whimpers. I can identi...y.Finally I give him up, crawl up beside him.“Sunny...”“Carl. I liked it. All of it. You. Me.”“Sunny, I told you I was weird, right?”“Yeah,” I replied cautiously. “So...”“How do you feel about interracial marriage?”“I’ve known you three weeks. We just jumped into bed. Now you wanna marry me?”“I’m sorry. Weird, okay?!?”“Uh, the answer is. Her long-lashed, onyx eyes opened to look hungrily at him, and he swept his exploring hand over her firmly erect, satin-smooth breast. She had squirmed around until she was partially lying across his lap and he didn't need a program to know that she didn't have a damned thing on beneath the short black cocktail dress she wore. She half-raised her legs at the knees, then, revealing the enticing sight of her full white thighs... and a ravenish wisp of soft, silken cunt hair! He swallowed tightly,. He was seemingly very French. So as the twin death- traps absorbed my whole attention, I had no idea of what waited for me at the end of the aisle. Only when I was face to face with the stranger who was also my betrothed did I look up. I am sure readers you have conjured up an image from the erotic romance novel which you keep hidden at the very back of your underwear bureau- wherein you see the hero of our story giving me a salacious grin and me swooning at the very sight of him…but reign in. They didn't know I had returned and assumed that they were alone. Josh was laying back in a deck chair and Becky was sitting next to him and they were kissing. I should have just moved away from the window and given them some privacy, after all spying on one's child isn't a proper thing for a mother to do. I was just about to turn and go into the living room when I saw Josh unbutton the top three buttons on Becky's blouse and slip his hand inside. I sucked in my breath ready to charge outside.