.. this is wrong. I know that. I'm sorry, honey. I wish that I were stronger. It's just that ... that I'm not in love with your mother anymore and I h...ven't been for a while now. It hurts me to say this, but I love her ... I'm just not in love with her anymore, and I want a divorce. That was what Annabelle and I have been discussing lately, including tonight. Annabelle, this is a horrible time and place to ask, but before I further upset folks, will you marry me? Will you leave Pastor Tucker. William held Brian's cock in place, and I lowered my wet prize onto it, feeling as if Brian's thick pillar might split me like a bird. The feeling made my body shudder.I rode Brian's cock in a slow, sensual motion while I lovingly kissed his handsome lips. I told William to lick my ass, and before long, my treasure began to involuntarily spasm, clutching Brian's powerful cock, and I began to cry out in ecstasy. The world faded to black, and I gushed and rode and gushed and rode and gush some. The non-verbal communication between them, on the other hand, was in language that would get a Hollywood film rated NC-17 in a heartbeat. The waiter had just removed the appetizer dishes as the couple nibbled absent-mindedly on the French bread still on the table. She was taller than him by an inch or two, with long, graceful legs that were finally getting dark enough that she felt comfortable going out in a short dress without hose. The long white tablecloth draped her legs completely, much to. I was insanely happy. I had already told her I loved her at this point but I could really feel it then. When I pulled up outside her house to drop her off, she leaned over and kissed me. It was just a quick peck, lasting a second, if that, but it was amazing to me. That was my first kiss. Afterwards, she leaned back, smiled, said goodnight and hopped out if the car. I was in a state of shock the whole way home.We didn't kiss again, or talk about it, until Thanksgiving in early October. We had.