She had forgotten all about it.It was covered with dew and thoroughly wet. Picking it up by one of the corners, she took it up to her room and dried i... out with her hair dryer and then placed it on her pile of videotapes. She supposed that if Michael had taken the trouble to make it, she ought to watch it. Maybe tomorrow? She was in the mood to watch 'Magnolia,' a film about parents who destroyed their children by neglecting them, or exploiting them or deserting them. She'd seen 'Magnolia'. There we started chatting as normal text.After few days she offered me for lunch at her home. When i have gone there she opened the door and it was quit natural to look her. There i saw her husband and she introduced to her husband for the first time i saw him . And we started talking. Then same evening I got a message from my friend which have two different meanings. I sent that message to her. After one hour I got a call and she started talking to me by showing mixture of emotions.I couldn’t. I was too tired to rotate my body to see why he jumped the other way. Few seconds passed by I could feel his lip graze my back. He kissed me just below my shoulder bone and traversed all over my back. His hand still caressing my ass. I shuddered with his touch again as I was not aware how sensitive my back really was. He kissed my spine all the way down from where my huge ass jutted out.He pushed me more to the left and I rolled over on my stomach exposing both my glutes for him to adore. He. ‘Marry me, Jasmine… say you’ll marry me,’ he groaned as he slid his cock inside her, watching the sad frown on her face fade into an expression of passion and pleasure as he continued thrusting. ‘Say it, my habibah…’ he whispered against her lips. ‘Yessss…’ she hissed quietly. ‘I’ll marry…’ the rest was swallowed up by his mouth parting her lips and thrusting his tongue in rhythm with their bodies. They came together quickly, both of them needing tofeel the life-affirming sensation of climaxing.