She got up while I was laying down and she stood over me so I could look straight up at her business. This drove me wild. I loved seeing her pink litt...le hole. IT was so nice and untouched I just wanted to have it. She teased me a little but lowering it down right above my face and running her finger in her slit. I loved how her slit spread open when she did this. She would stand back up and do this a couple of times to tease me before going on to the next thing to make me go wild. After she. That was siginificant too: Friday night. It was one of the traditional going-out nights, when you were supposed to have special things to do. So to agree to meet up on such a night, was to bestow a sort of honour on the other person. She and I were, according to each other's weekend status. Carol lived in a house with a large garden of gravel and fish ponds, with big wrought iron gates. A host of cats prowled around as she greeted me at the front door. She was wearing a purple velvet dress. I think by now you can drop calling me Mister. Calling me Dan is fine with me. Now what I want to ask you both is very important to everyone. I remember you, Timmy asking why your mom couldn’t be married to me and I have two wives. Legally, I can’t have two wives. However, I can have a wife and a common law partner.”“I love you mother so much, and I’d like you permission to ask Wendy to become my partner, my wife. Her money has nothing to do with the timing. I’d planned to ask her today, weeks. Let's do this. If it goes too far, I reserve the right to stop it, ok? But ... sure, ok. Go on then, lets live dangerously."Deanna's wide smile reached her eyes – she gave me the smile that a wife gives her husband when he's made her happiest. The one that goes right through you and is only for you."You won't regret this," she breathed at me."The outfit though ... that's a bit... ?" I said, trying not to be rude about it but not letting it go, either."Oh this? This is about you. This is about.