I was so excited imagining him as a Caveman Freddie Flintoff and me as a Moulin Rouge dancer all bustles and stockings and garters and basques or as a...sexy air hostess, or perhaps a schoolgirl outfit or, or, or, well anything from a Britney Spears video really. I was so excited I could barely manage to whimper "Yessss" as I surreptitiously slow humped the hand I'd somehow managed to trap between my squeezing thighs. The following week was delicious expectation; wondering every day what 'roles'. Then it occurred to me that some women don't want to have children too. "Isn't it?" I searched her face.She smiled, and the relief I felt left my knees weak."This is great," she said, with dignity."You have to marry me!" I blurted."OK," she said. "I'll have to give you lessons on being more romantic, but OK."It was that easy. I asked, and she accepted. Everything was in accord.Then discord raised its ugly head.I wanted to get married immediately. She flat refused. Her reasons were all quite. ”“Oh God. I want to be in your mouth so much, Sexy, but I am afraid you’ll make me cum and I badly want to make love to you.”“And I badly want you in my mouth.”Pushing him gently off me I gestured for him to sit on the sofa and crawling over to him I put my tongue into action on his body.Trailing my tongue over each nipple I could hear him moaning in appreciation. Like he had done to me, I travelled down his body, kissing, licking and caressing. His hands were in my hair as my tongue ran to his. .Ah-oh turn, ok, relax...Yessss! Oh, this is great!Part of the machine, part of you, one great being, one metal, leather,breathing, roaring, vibrating creature... FASTER!Oh, Brad! Lead us on, Brad. I, the machine, will obey.Yes, go on, go faster, just forever keep on riding us...No! Don't stop, please..."Hey! You ok?" huh?" Hehe, you can get off now." Oh, eh, right." You ever been here before?" Yeah, I used to go here with my parents when I was little..." Oh, right. You were born in this town,.