I'm talking about performing an oldritual, I'm talking about you and I getting married.I'm talking about you committing your life to me.Again, Mikey c...uld not comprehend. Married? Was hereally hearing this? He stared at her blankly. "Mikey,what I'm saying is I want you to be my African Prince.I want you to take the place of Dad. I want you to fillthe hole in my life created when your father died. Ican perform the ceremony. Friends and relatives aresupposed to attend, to celebrate, but we will. I was moaning so into the feelings but also wanted to scream at him and say go harder but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel myself about to come when his tongue and mouth wrapped my clit. It was so amazing I can’t describe the electricity that went through me, when my orgasm hit me. My whole body shook and I moaned so loud. “Mmmmmm, that was amazing” I said with a shiver of pleasure. I smiled up at him but I can see he was still very into me. He came up and kissed me, I could taste my. I sat in the middle of the back seat, next to Mark, and we held hands tightly. My parents seemed content with our actions. As I sat in the car, I could feel that my panties were becoming wet with excitement, and hoped that it wouldnt soak through my jean shorts. Mark caught me up on all of the news of our friends, and when we got home, my mother asked him to stay for dinner. She had prepared, sausage with black beans and rice my favorite meal. After dinner, Dad put on a movie, and we watched. The door of the solicitors' office opened again. "Miss Lucy Longbottom?" the clerk called."Your turn, mum," Annie said.The clerk showed Lucy through the cramped front rooms to a back office. In the dim drizzly day, the office was lit by sinuous Geissler tubes behind tinted glass shades. The clerk seated Lucy at the foot of a large cherrywood table. "Thank you," she told the clerk for his courtesy. The table had been kept in indifferent polish, to Lucy's mind. A stout, mustachioed gentleman sat.