”“I know pronounce us married for a lifetime. Can I kiss the bride?”“Yes – you better kiss me one hundred times every day, or I’ll have th...s marriage annulled.”That made me chuckle and I said, “How about one hundred and one times a day?”“That’ll do.”We got the rest of our things put away, either on hangers or, in the several different drawers that were part of our closets.Before she put away her bras and panties, I went through and pointed out which styles she should keep, and what she should. "Katie tried to complain more but I stood up, put my hands on my hips, glared at her and in my best prima donna ballet voice ordered, "You're the one that motivated me to do my best and that is what I'm trying to do. Move my fucking bed up beside the wall so I have more room to practice and unless I call you, leave until it's time for my pills."She wisely left (this prima ballerina stuff was working great!). I finished my stretches and yoga and then began to practice Swan Lake from memory. Of. So what would it take for you to fuck me after Major does?” she tested.“Hmm, I’m not sure, likely pretty drunk.”She laughed looking in the bag, “Damn it! I don’t think Karen and Wendy packed any booze for us.”“I’m sure that you’ll use your womanly, seductive ways to convince me to do it.”“You really do know me!” she laughed again and kissed him. “Do you know how happy you make me feel? Hardly a day goes by without you putting a smile on my face from telling one of your stupid jokes or puns or. She was enjoying her unsolicited dose of cock. The milkman says fine with a menacing grin, only if you give me some milk he continues. The farmers wife, still being pumped, moaning and grunting softly now &hellip, I cant give you any milk, I just told its finished she said, slightly irritate. Yes you can says the milker, and in the same breath, leans in towards her body, layed down against the table, and reaches beneath her grabbing at her chest. He folds down the cups of her corset and reaches.