If we live together and I'm your girlfriend or mistress they might understand that I love you for who you are, not your possessions. At worst your fri...nds will think you have it made. What do they call it? 'Have your cake and eat it too?' Your family will come to learn that our love is real. I'm sure of it."I don't need a marriage certificate to show how much I love you. I promise I will never leave you but if you should want to leave me then everything will be in your name. I hope you. They just kept poking at me and torturingme. Of course, I tried to move to be even slightly more comfortable andthat just made them worse. That pissy taste in my mouth for hours wasawful. It's not like I could swallow it and it would be gone. Itjust stayed there. But my pussy was so wet that there was a puddle on thefloor from my juices. I was so hot and turned on, I could hardly standit. My mind bounced between the awful pain and taste, and wantingsomething to fuck my pussy so badly. I. She quickly undoes the buttons of his shirt and runs her hands over his shoulders and onto his back, her nails scratching indelible lines across his skin, making him arch into her tits. She lifts herself up, moving her hands down his chest to his pants, unclasping and sliding them down to his knees in one swift motion. She remains perched above him, trembling with intoxication. He needs no encouragement. His hands move promptly around to the inside of her thighs and crawl tantalisingly up to. Wow... you don't have to do that, but... but it sure feels great..." "Do you want me to stop?" "Uh... no. NO! Please don't. Would you like me to...?" and I held up a cucumber. "Yes! Please do." And she turned loose of me just long enough to raise her dress up around her waist and lower her panties. I carefully pressed the oiled veggie against her wispy fuzzy pussy and it slipped easily inside her vagina. She gasped and returned her hand to my cock. I drizzled some oil on it too. And we.