"Roberta, please be my wife!" We both still were in the bed, and Margretwas kneeling directly in front of me. She stared into my eyes with asense of u...gency, as though one of us were about to go overseas to fightin a war.Chapter 2 - BackstoryWhen it came to our sex life, Margret and I both enjoyed a few kinks.Initially, it was just erotic play, and I typically went with the flowof Margret's imagination. After a few weeks of dating, she got thenotion to have me cross dress for her one weekend,. Caressed her boobs and tummy, she was boiling and tightly hugged with liplock and was not able to breathe.She removed my shirt and threw my dhoti and controlled me with her magical eyes as she was cunning on to my love tool which was tender. I undressed her and again she was slutty in an attractive lacy & lovely bra & panty. Our body was in a fire and went on with kit kat session biting, licking, smooching each other. Her bum was the most erotic part which was shining softly like the baby one. Two hours after her sister's wedding I called her. " Hello?" " Hi. This is John." Nicole looked in the mirror and put the lipstick to her lips. She wanted her lips to be bright red. She wanted her eyes to be accented with mascara and a little bit of blush on her cheeks. She slipped on a pair of stylish lacy-top hose, a thong, and a camisole not unlike those displayed in Vogue. Lastly, she put on a short miniskirt and a top that accentuated her 34 B breasts. She slips into a pair of red patent. He had forgotten that they both hated steamers. Worse, since they had the ridiculous idea that soft shell lobsters provided inferior meat, he’d had a lobster-free meal, it was soft shell season, and the local lobster pound had sold out of hard shell lobsters. Instead of the relaxing evening on the porch he had envisioned while on his flight to Boson, he had been stuck inside with his grandparents, explaining over and over again why he wouldn’t be going to Wharton for his MBA, reminding them.