" What do you mean she doesn't want to marry you?" Martin stopped laughing."I mean," Jordan cleared his throat, "That she won't marry me and I've aske... her several times."Martin leaned forward, "I can't force her to marry you, but I'm not sure why she's hesitating." A lot of it has to do with her past," Jordan pointed out, "And I think she worries about us having a traditional wedding and whether or not it would be appropriate for her to wear a white wedding dress."Martin had never thought of. He had this amazing girlfriend, and he didn’t want to see me? Maybe I was putting myself on a pedestal. Fuck if I know. I just didn’t care about bringing myself to an orgasm alone. Nothing beats being bent over and fucked. I loved being felt up, feeling my ass cheeks bounce off a pair of thighs. ‘Well, I guess it isn’t happening tonight!’ I said to myself.I stood in the parking lot outside the stadium waiting for my best friend Chelsea to pick me up. It only figured that she was in the backseat. She was stretched over the Kitchen Table, holding onto the other side of the table. Her head was turned. Her mouth was opened slightly as she was moaning. I leaned a little more to the side trying to see her pussy, but I couldnt see it. However, I could see his hands rubbing her beautiful butt. She was a small girl, but her butt was very round and it was apparent that he loved the feel of it against the palm of his hand. I was intrigued to watch his white hands rubbing all over her dark skinned. That subject was never to be spoken about; Uncle Joe had given me strict instructions."So, John, You did you see anything that interested you, today?"I almost chocked on the food in my mouth. I saw MaryAnn smile for a second."I'm sorry, Uncle Joe." On your walk on the beach this morning; I saw you go down there just as I was getting ready to leave this morning." Oh, the beach. Nothing really stood out, everything was just so beautiful." MaryAnn, how did your day go today? Did you get everything.