I must have put on three pairs of jeans, four pairs of loafers, and I guess this must be the tenth T-shirt I tried so I wouldn’t look like I was try...ng to look good, but at the same time, so I’d still look good. Damn, I almost wish you would have stripped down and rolled around on my silk rug, Julie. I think we could have made up for a quick half-hour of lost time later, after dinner.”“Oh, but you don’t know the whole story yet, Eric,” Julie whispered, batting her long eyelashes at me as she. Her dad says, “Let’s get married.”She looks at him surprisingly, smiles and asks, “Now?”He says, “Not now, tomorrow. We’ll go to court and register our marriage.”She hugs him and says, “Ok. Would you tell mom?”He says, “No but whenever she finds out, she’ll know.”Meera laughs and gives a peck at her dad’s lips.They sleep and the next day, they start preparing for their wedding. Meera’s dad buys mangalsutra, sindoor and all other things necessary for the wedding. Meera goes to a mall to buy a. The smell of incense and the magic oil wafted through the gap. You gasped slightly. Your pussy flooded. ‘Daddy?’ you whispered. You took slow steps toward the door. ‘Daddy?’ you said softly. You were trembling again. Your pussy flooded. ‘Daddy?’ your hand was on the doorknob. You pushed the door open. The room was lit by candles. There were bouquets of red roses. The love-seat behind the mirror was covered with blankets and pillows. The rug on the floor before the mirror was covered with. Beneath the stockman’s coat, which was worn but good quality, he was dressed in an ancient fisherman’s sweater which was full of holes, over a plaid shirt and brown corduroy trousers with leather knee patches. He was typical ‘Black Welsh’ with a broad South Wales Valley’s accent and the dry Welsh sense of humour, he was relaxed and full of confidence. Both Maggie and I liked him immediately and we chatted for about half and hour, whilst Maggie made some notes. His experience and knowledge.