You then tell her that she is the most beautiful woman in the world. She then suddenly starts to cry"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me,...all my boyfriend ever does is insult me". She tells you depressingly"You shouldn't be with him, you deserve someone so much better" You say, smiling at herShe looks you in the eyes, smiles and kisses you"You know you defended me, well maybe I owe you a little bit"She starts kissing you again, putting her tounge in your mouth, her breath smells. She reached into her pack and pulled out a little tartan skirt, she slipped her shorts down her legs lifted her bottom off the seat and fastened the wrap around skirt with its buckle. She then sat back down on the seat spread her legs wide and pulled the top of her thong up towards her waist causing the hem of the skirt to move up and the narrow gusset to slip between her clean shaven lips, She looked me in the eye and said, “See much more practical, loads of access and I can cover up in a. . and I'm sure that if you ask that darling daughter of yours and let her know how dire the circumstances are, how desperate Harold is..." Marcy was saying.Interrupting her again, I told her we'd go."Wonderful!" she enthused.The phone call ended abruptly; no thank you, no goodbye.For the rest of the day I relished Sasha's subtle attention. I was very careful not to respond any differently to her hugs but it was hard. Her eyes sparkled with youthful joy. We attended to Sunday chores and lazed. ...I haven't....say....yes..." i said breathlessly."I won't let you say no." he said with confidence while savagely fucking my opening with his member.My mind was just too wild to even begin processing thoughts. Him wanting to marry me? Get the fuck out of here. We've been friends all along. Been through many break ups and down turns together. I didn't think he would want me as his wife. I was his bud, his pal, his fuck buddy...not his wife.My mind went blank at the relentless speed he's.