Here let me get this bra off. Yes Jean wonderful. Yes bite them hard I love the pain. Ouch that's good. Be brutal as you like Jean. Oh fuck yes you bi...e me well. I want you down there now please. Yes that's it right there. Start with your tongue on my lips. I’m a bit embarrassed about them Jean they hang down, but yes so sensitive. Oh I just love the way your tongue runs along up and down on both sides. It’s a revelation to me. I just hadn’t realised how marvellous a woman could be. I just love. A month or so earlier, Jennifer asked me if the promise I’d made the year before was still valid. I assured her it was and formally asked her if she would marry me. Her reply startled me somewhat. “Wally, I’ll say yes I’ll marry you.” Jennifer paused for a moment then continued. “I will marry you but I’m not ready to have the ceremony yet. The other night I couldn’t sleep and kept thinking about what I would say when you asked me. Finally I decided that I’d agree to marry you but not yet. Once. The girl wholooked back at him looked hot, but in a professional way. The formfitting jacket showed off his narrow waist and the short, tight skirtshowed off his beautiful, long legs. Her green eyes were outlined by darkmascara. Her lips were painted a bright, matte red that matched herfingernails. Her rich red hair was pulled into a tight bun on her headand a flat tail hung down her back. He gave himself a coy look and awink. Megan giggled in response. This was going to be so much fun.Rob. I’m, I’m, I’m . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT! I later found out the doctors, even after the surgery, had given her less than a 10 percent chance of living. Only later, years later, did one of the doctors actually add they thought the best thing that could happen would have been if she had died, because they were almost certain she would have brain damage if she did live. Luckily that prediction did not come true. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I’m, I’m, I’m . . . pregnant, pregnant, PREGNANT!.