I was worried, ‘Was she as happy as I, did I take my own feelings for her too far, was this romantic encounter going to be the last?’ I had to kno..., I had to find out if she shared the same feelings as I. “Amanda, what are you thinking about?” I asked with the emotion of fear in my voice. She responded by smiling at me and said, “I think if today was the last day of my life, I would die a very happy woman.” Again the emotions that I had a short time ago came back and tears started flowing from. I was surprised. I hadn’t realized I was that much taller than her. Her hair smelled good too.“You smell good,” I said to her forehead.“I don’t see how,” she said, looking up at me.There were those glossy, full, soft looking lips. Her teeth, behind them seemed to gleam, so white were they. I wanted to kiss her so much I could feel it pulling inside of me. It actually felt like there was a string, or rope or something attached to my balls, and it was being pulled upwards through my body, out of. “Fuck me!”The wedding march starts. I can hear people scurrying for their seats and the talking diminishes to a murmur. A few seconds later the gathering gasps and excited conservation ripples through the room.I feel a piece of cloth or something light brush against my left hand that is at rest, by my side. I can smell the perfume and something else that I can’t quite identify, of someone beside me.Someone in front of me clears his throat and says, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here for a. She moves her head back so she wouldn't get smacked. Grabbing it with her right hand she looks up at me while stroking it.I'm not that good with Spanish but I know enough, the important things."Esa es una buena niña, pequeña muñeca polla chupar el sexo de papá"She gives me an impressed look not expecting that from me. There's a lot she won't be expecting from me. She put her lips to the mushroom and kisses it softly, wrapping her tongue around, sliding it down the shaft. Soon she takes it.