“More.”He tried squeezing out any cum left and flick it onto my face. I blinked in time to protect my eyes. I wiped the rest off my face and dippe... it into my mouth. He patted me on the head as I got up. I gave his flaccid-again dick a little stroke. “Bye, little poppa,” I said. He liked that as he pulled his pants back up.He lifted my dress and gave my ass a little spank. “Thanks, Nellie.”“You guys okay up there? You need anything?”“Another little strip tease dance like before?” he said. I had. She searched through her bag and pulled out some entertainment magazines. "I have these here. I don't think you'd care for romance novels." she responded with a smile. I reached for the magazines and gave a friendly thank you.As the first hour passed, I couldn't help but notice four empty cans of soda on the small table between us. Aparently she was so absorbed in her book, that she drank can after can.While I was going through one of the magazines, I found a torn out newspaper add of a young. Oh, I know what you mean. Well, there isn't a meeting today and there might not be one tomorrow. I'll have Damon call you tomorrow and let you know," I said. If we are still around, I thought to myself."That's fine. Well, can I at least come in? It's really hot out here," Kirsten said.I debated internally for a moment. "No, I think it's best that you don't," Why not?" Kirsten asked, looking a little insulted."It's just that, well, there's some stuff going on and..." I said, trailing off."And. Two weeks later, as promised, he took me out to a Thai restaurant for dinner and afterwards we drove to the park. Under a large willow tree, he proposed to me in a rather matter-of-fact manner. I didn’t accept or decline. – ‘So this Chris…’ ‘What about him?’ Juliet asked. ‘Is he your boyfriend? Fiance? Husband?’ Michael asked. ‘At one point he was my fiance.’ ‘And now?’ ‘I guess he’s my boyfriend,’ she replied. Michael chuckled, ‘You guess?’ ‘He doesn’t much feel like it anymore. We live.