. I mean..."Mom cut her off, "We're as serious as a funeral parlor. This was Paul's idea and Paul's money, you best talk directly to him. In our house... he's in charge of everything"I was sure that Marge didn't comprehend the everything comment, { ... not to worry bitch, all will become clear... } "Look Marge we have a lot to talk about, Why don't you get us something to drink, ice water for me is fine, if you and mom would like something stronger that's OK too, while you're back there get. He kissed me again, this time more passionately than the first time. I felt his hand stroking my thigh as he did it, then moving up to my tennis shorts. I was so hard already and he noticed. "Wow," he said "I can tell you are enjoying this." With his hand already on my hard cock he whispered, "Would u like to see mine?"I just nodded because I couldn't bring out a word with all the excitement and hornyness I was feeling at that moment. He stood up and slowly opened his shorts, took them down and. . um ... sometime in the future." Wife?" Sandra asked surprised, while her eyes got bigger. "Are you asking me to marry you?"Frederik chuckled and said, "Well, it was just a figure of speech. But yeah, I could see us getting married ... some day."For some reason, this gave Sandra a very nice feeling. Not that she wanted to get married soon, but it was just nice to know that Frederik thought about her in that way.They stared at each other for a moment, and then Frederik broke the silence by. He grabs my head in his two massive hands and plants a thousand kisses all over my face. He slides out of me with a slightly painful yelp as I roll over to lay side by side with him. From behind me, his arm snakes under my head as his hand grasps my breast and that strong arm pulls me up against him. The safest feeling in the world. My body trembling, he held me close while his fingers played with our cum, covering the both of us. I let out a deep sigh and snuggle in when I feel his fingers.