I could see her eyes widen from surprise as to the size of the bulge in my briefs.She reached out and touched me gingerly. “God, it is hard.” She ...ommented as she continued to roam the length of my shaft with her finger tip. Then becoming braver and letting her hand rub over it. I let out a little moan causing her to jerk her hand away. “Did that hurt?” she asked with concern.“No, no it felt great, probably like when I touched your tits. You liked that didn’t you?” I asked.“Oh yes, yes I loved. As much as she tried to find him, she just couldn't. There weren't cell phones or social networking in those days. When she was finally able to get in touch with him, it was by letter through a mutual acquaintance. She had cried so much for them, the baby, the love they would always carry in their hearts.Here in the park, they grieved together for all of the losses life had thrown at them. He slipped off her sunglasses and looked through her eyes into her soul. They both had new lives. They. After a couple of drinks and small talk, I started kissing her and found her very receptive. However, when I tried to get her into bed she just said NO, she would not do that. I was disappointed but realized you can't be successful all the time and you should always take NO for an answer.However, in the next couple of weeks I asked several more out, all with the same NO at the end. I didn't think I was that bad looking, was well built, and had never had that much trouble back in the US. I. The new situation wasn’t as intimidating as the church, but now there were more people present. Everybody wanted a piece of the newlywed couple, especially the mysterious, pretty wife they’d never seen before. It was tormenting to greet every family member one by one. Each time I hugged someone, I was sure they’d discover who I truly was, but instead I only received compliments. I even had to kiss a few of the guys present, as it was a custom to be allowed to kiss the bride once. Strangely.