Jill was not what one would call "beautiful" and in fact perhaps even "pretty" was not the proper title. What she had was a whole lot of super excitin... sex appeal that started down on her shocking red toenails and went all the way up to her shimmering golden blonde hair that invited you to grab it and pull until she cried "Uncle!"The first time I was fortunate enough to navigate up Jill's vaginal channel until I grounded hard on her giving cervix, I understood what the word "tight" actually. . She didnt respond ..I said again “chachi, I seriously want to explore your body, lick every part of your body, have passionate sex with you”.. Her eyes red, was staring at my dare .. She quietly replied,” I am seeing someone and that too who is not my relative”.. Awkward, I told her to break up with him as I want to be her partner..She stared at me and said , really ??I told her yes..Nothing happened for half an hour, out of curiosity I asked her about her answer.. She ignored went to the. We’re going to tell you a little secret. I’m pregnant, seven weeks along. I want this memory for him, while my body is as perfect as it will ever be, before the stretch marks and mommy tummy.”I snapped about three dozen pictures, loaded them on the computer, and sat back. They both chose the same one: her in post orgasmic bliss. I blew it up to portrait size and used it for a template. She would come in every day, and Darrin about twice a week.It was a stark and simple life study without a lot. “I see we share a sense of humor,” the King sighed, “My ministers came up with the marriage plan not I, and to be honest Harold is not keen.”“Oh,” Jayne queried.“He told me to stuff the whole idea up my ass,” the King continued, “And that’s before he saw you so, well, don’t be too disappointed.”“Oh,” Jayne replied.“Not that you are not beautiful,” the King lied. “I should marry you in a moment.”“But you are married,” Jayne exclaimed.“Sadly so,” the King admitted.“I heard that,” the Queen.