What the fuck?I whirled, looking for something to smash or to throw. God, I was so mad. In my head, tonight was going to be the night Josh proposed. W... were going to fuck like bunnies all night as I dreamed about my wedding day."What a prick," I screamed to the empty house. Was I delusional? Maybe Josh had never seen me as marriage material. He couldn't even be bothered taking an hour long train ride for me. Well, fuck that. And fuck him. I'd just go out and dance the night away at the hottest. My dick was already hard and pressing on cunt,she was rubbing my dick with one hand, and pushing my head on her boobs with other hand she was moaning ahhhhhhhhh suck it suck it hard dear ahhhhhhhhhhhh wow come on suck me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Her boobs are now flattened against my chest. I made a room and cupped her left boob. Pressed a little and suddenly started kneading it very hard. She moaned loudly and said, “karthik, slowly please”. I reduced the pressure and she said, , it feels very good,. ”“Just bloody tell me.”She came to me and very gently released my dress from the tense fingers that gripped it and smoothed it down. Her hand almost brushed over my cunt through the dress’s fabric but it was only almost and, anyway the back of her hand. She picked my coat off the sofa and helped me back into it. I cannot, obviously, reveal her secret but, in slow motion, she went through removing my coat, momentarily her hand caught my hair. I’d barely noticed that the first time but this time. A shadow fell over the pages of his book, which caused him to look up.He saw a woman, in a remarkably ornate and embellished gown. She hadwaist length auburn hair and green eyes. She had a slender diadem in herhair and silver bracelets around her wrists. Her gown was a softchampagne pink, embellished with tiny pearls. The puffed sleeves wereworn slightly off the shoulders and narrowed down to her wrists. Theneckline was what the man knew was called a sweetheart neckline and thebodice was very.