They were both crying tears of joy, as they slid them on each other's fingers.I said, "If you decide to get something for and from each other, just tr...de these in, and get what you want. I just wanted you to have a symbol of your new family."Michelle said, "This week is more than we ever dreamed of or expected. Thank you, Britt."I took them to dinner, and we enjoyed a nice meal overlooking the harbor. That night we drank wine, and spent some time in the Jacuzzi. Around eleven Karen whispered,. Yes! I am a virgin even though I am almost twenty but that is not my confession of guilt at all. The fact I am a virgin is strictly technical and results from my fear of letting a male put his business in my baby-making factory and me winding up with a pram in the hallway before benefit of spousal joy.My so-called “fetish” is one that is kind of unique and I don’t know of anyone else who has an obsession of this nature. I am fairly tall for a female and I have the good fortune of having what is. ”“Did she use this same technique on Johnny?’ I asked,embarrassed to be talking about it but I had wonderedabout Johnny.“Oh no,” Kimberley said. “Ingrid’s technique is to findthe one thing that lets her control people and shecallously uses it. With Johnny, it was money andprestige. Your one thing was easy,” she laughed. “Yourcock!”“And you? What does she use on you to keep you here?”Kimberley smiled and stood in front of me. This may be hard to believe, or maybe not, but from a young age I knew that I did not want to be with a woman unless I was going to be with her forever. I never wanted a bunch of notches on my belt or bedpost or whatever form the scoring took. Not to say this was easy, hell I am human and I have urges, but without the connections, the urges were not directed at a person only a dream. So I guess you could say you are my dream girl. But even with that I can't marry you, what I can say is I will.