.. want ... to marry me?" No-one else. Absolutely no-one else. I was never in love with Greg, he was never in love with me, just guilty. You cared for...me, cared for Phil. You healed me, accepted and loved me ... for me. What I made you put up with! I want to live with you, married or not, cook for you, play for you, make love to you ... please?"I went from gloom and despondency to elation in moments, but I couldn't get any words out; I just held her close, tears mingling with the rain still. It felt warm and good, in any case. Just a couple of minutes after she left, I motioned Mark over, and went down to let him in. We had never kissed a lot, but we stood just inside the back door, and kissed a long adult kiss. I took his hand, and we ran upstairs. I was more than ready, but Mark remembered the foam. I caressed his cock, as he inserted the foam, and he put his two fingers into me, while he kissed my clit. I kissed his cock all over, until neither of us could stand it anymore. Mark. He agreed and closed his computer, excited and nervous about what the next day might bring. The next day was brutal at work, his bosses wanted a bunch of new things done ‘yesterday’ and his colleagues kept him busy with questions until around 6 pm. At around 7:30, he grabbed his suit coat and walked confidently to Starbucks, not quite sure what would happen next. He ordered his usual latte and sat at the bar by the front door to wait. At exactly 8 she entered the store. She was wearing knee. I was liking this even if Jay was being a bit rough.He put his masked face up close to mine and sniffed me.He fecking sniffed me.Had he seen this on one of his porn films he doesn't know I know he has."Don't hurt me",I said,like I had said the other times we did this.He usually replied something like "I'll hurt you if I want bitch".This time he said nothing at all.I feared he wasn't going to make an effort after all.Instead of replying, He turned me completely around roughly.He pulled my hair.