I didn’t think I was very good marriage material. But I can’t deny my feelings for you. I want to marry you, have kids, celebrate our fiftieth ann...versary together surrounded by our children and grandchildren, with maybe a great grandchild thrown in for good measure. So Jennifer Michelle Conlin, will you marry me? If you’ll get off my lap, I’ll get down on a knee for you.”She gripped me tighter. “I like where I am just fine. And the answer is YES! I loved you as long as you’ve loved me, maybe. "Wha...? I start."I don’t think you want to make this any worse than it already is", she says as she looks up at me, and smiles a sly smile, "I know", she says, and then continues down the stairs. I am humiliated, confused, and not just a little curious as I will my feet to begin moving. As I get to the bottom step I look up. There you are, sitting regally as always, on my mother's front room couch.?I see you already know Madam.? My mother is looking at me to see my reaction to her. The only way he knew how she felt was because she had articulated it so well in the note she had left him when she tried to kill herself. ‘It’s too difficult to continue,’ she had written. ‘What is the point in putting one foot in front of the other if you have no desire to be where you’re going?’ Oliver knew their break up was a large part of why she had fallen into this depression. He felt guilty, but he didn’t know what he could have done differently. After two weeks of staying with her he. My lips remained sealed to his sweet tasting cunt as I tried to drain him of every drop of D-Money juice. Heyipped playfully as our lips parted ways with a loud smacking sound. I licked my lips, my eyes running up his perfectly nude body with wants desires. Jman smiled innocently, as if he still held feelings for me. The look only lasted a few seconds at best, when we heard D-Money clear his throat from the doorway. Jman spun around stunned."Good job babee, now get back to the room." he.