I felt the need to tie one on. Otherwise to get shitfaced-gutwrenching-mind numbing-senseless drunk. Among the things I drank thatnight was a bottle o... Merlot from the Orleans province of France. Theroom swirled and the colors flashed. She came from the mists. In fullBattle Armor was Joan of Arc. The Maid of Orleans. She drew her swordand pointed it at my throat. I did the first thing that came to mymind. I asked, What She wanted since She had my undivided attention andmade Her point.She gave. And hands down I lost all of them :|… that was the day and I left to my house.The next day, she called for playing cards. I went to play so that I gain some experience in playing and also the opportunity to spend time with her. She ruthlessly defeated me every time. She complained that I was not playing to the potential. I offered to play with money.The most surprising part came through her mouth. Why don’t we play by stripping. You would play with some mind at least of not getting ashamed. I. Samantha was a little disappointed, but okay with the massage, and let it go without saying a thing. Cindy had skipped over Samantha’s ass on purpose. She was saving it for last. Cindy had planned to work Samantha up, and then bring her down, and repeat until she was putty in her hands. She worked over her legs and back, and just as she finished, she kissed each of Samantha’s thighs. This brought excitement to Samantha, and she felt the urge to roll over and kiss Cindy on the lips. As that. ”“You’re the LAST person I would suspect who would raise the age issue,” I countered.Milena laughed softly, “I wasn’t talking about fucking, I was talking about marriage! Two very different things.”“And I wasn’t talking about sex, either. You think she’s too young to marry?”“I think only she can make that decision, but I’d certainly counsel caution. And that’s all I’m asking - are you sure she’s the one you want to spend your life with, and are you sure you need to decide now?”“You know my take.