I wanted to fuck her at any cost.When I went into her room that evening before the meet, she was all gloomy. She was still in her shorts and in no moo... to get ready and I was not planning to go to the wedding at all.Me: Why are you so gloomy?Didi: So, now you want to talk after all these days. I have been nothing but a cook and maid to you.Me: What happened? Why are you so angry? I placed a hand around her.Didi: Nothing happened. Just go get ready, we will attend that stupid wedding.Me: I am. I looked up at him, he was 5’10” and towered over me. He was a basic football player really. Ruggedly handsome, dark brown hair, muscular body. God he could do whatever he wanted to me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me long and hard. I slipped a hand under his shirt, pressing against his abs. I broke the kiss and looked up at him with a smile.“Just us tonight?”“Yea, everyone should be gone until at least 8” I smiled at him and walked inside. He led me upstairs to the bonus room and laid. There was another American traditional tattoo of a an angry tiger protruding from underneath her wide shirt. Her shirt revealed a lot of cleavage.“Don’t worry! It’s okay!” she said. “I like men looking at my body! Go ahead, it’s free!” She laughed and turned her body a little towards me as if to present it to me. But I was too shy to take another look.“Suit yourself!” she smiled, and I felt flattered that she had called me a man.I gave her directions and pretty soon we were on our way out of. ”“Can I ask where or who you...”She cut him off. “It is VERY poor manners to ask that question. Also potentially unhealthy. Cops always ask that question, and they do not mean well when they ask. The supplier prefers not to be identified, except by their own marketing folks. That is his right ... He also believes ... actively ... in the Second Amendment.”Barnes knew what that meant, so he mimed putting his natural curiosity aside.The food was wonderful. The steak was like the creature was.