Mum got shouted at by Jill for telling me that it was actually Jill who'd bought it for me and that it had cost two thousand pounds."No Jill" she said...seriously, "Let's be right about it, it's a beautiful gift and I'd feel a fraud if I pretended that I'd put towards it.Jill leaned forward and kissed my cheek again, "Just enjoy it Tommy, I happen to think you're worth it, end of story, now can we get home because my little pussy needs some lurve!"In all of the excitement, I'd nearly forgotten to. To understand the story better i will tell a bit about my past, the past before i left India for London.I was 5 years when i first met her. She had just moved in to our neighborhood. And luckily enough to the house beside me. Our perfect neighbor. Gradually through time she was admitted in the same school as mine and then we became friends. Friends to good friends and then inseparable friends. It was like impossible to get as apart and she used to cry loud and loud if asked to go home after she. It was a great advertising illustration. He could write an ad for soap, champagne, perfume, designer clothing, or tourism off that illustration. The key would be how it was worded. He could write a tragedy or a romance or a comedy based on that image alone.It had been a long day, but the evening approached, rife with the expectation of celebration. She could smell the excitement in the air. Her own true love was out there somewhere. He was gallant and handsome and she loved him to the bottom of. They really would have been jealous if they knew that my cock had been in Patty’s incredible body many times over the past three days. After the wedding reception the neighbors were invited back to Joe’s house to continue the celebration. Everyone was drinking heavily and they didn’t even notice that Patty and I slipped away. The two of us went back to my house and this time we went to my bedroom. Once in the room I took Patty in my arms and we kissed deeply as our hands moved over each other’s.