My sister loved German Chocolate. On my father’s birthday he was quite partial to Mom’s Rhubarb Cream Pie, warm with vanilla ice cream of course. ... Dad always stopped of at the bakery and got Mom a dessert for her birthday, I do not remember him ever getting the same dessert a second time. They were all good, but not as good as Mom’s. Dad also fixed dinner for Mom’s birthday, it helped that her birthday was in July as he always fixed something in the charcoal grill. No gas grill for Dad, this. I would also like to point out that none of the dreams that involved Christine were really that vivid after I woke up. I remembered she was in the dream but don’t remember anything after that. This one dream the other night, had me thinking all day. It started off like any other dream with her, she wanted to ask me something in her room, which she usually would. Then slowly start putting her hands on me and we started going at it. She started rubbing my thighs moving closer to my cock. My hands. You start to gag still trying to draw breath. She lets it sit in there for a while and then finally pulls it out. You gasp for air while you are gagging. She then rams it back down your throat. You gag and you feel the mucus and snot fly out your nose. She pulls it out and it is dripping with your own spit. Maggie looks at it and says that's better. She walks back over and tries to jam it up your ass again. She is pushing hard, the pain is horrible. You are still trying to breath when you feel. It was tough to get Indian flowers in US except in such places. We went into the temple, prayed and exchanged the garland and I tied the mangalsutra around her neck. It was wonderful to see her like that, the mangalsutra over her saree and between her boobs. We got some more flowers and I kept it on her hair. It was a long drive back home and I was itching.As soon as I got home I groped her and was madly kneading and smooching her. She stopped me. She said, since I wanted a marriage everything.