.and told her that he loved her..before she could tell anything he told her that he didnt mind if she didnt love him..he just wanted to tell this to h...er..he also told her not to misunderstand him..he then asked her,”zulfia,will u marry me?”..my mom was quiet for sometime..then shetold..”yeh tum kya bol rahe ho..mera ek bachha bhi hain..aur tum mujhse umar me bhi chotte ho”..that time he told ammi that he jus knew that he loved her and nothing else..then he went close to her and asked wheather. Fuck, it really couldn’t get any better than this! Grinning cheekily at Lauren, I run over to the bed and leap up excitedly onto it. I lie down and, staring up at the ceiling, wait in thrilling anticipation for Lauren to get on top of me and ride the living shit out of me. It’s as her bare breasts traverse over my chest like congenial cushions that I sense the potent warmth of them, they hover millimetres above my skin and cause a beautiful tingling sensation to arise in my receptive body and. He seemed to enjoy the new position more as he slammed into me. His breath heavy on my neck while his shoulders pushed my knees towards my shoulders, his hands pressed into the bed. He started panting before he pulled out, his cock settling over my folds."Why didn't you keep going?" I asked, my hips moving to lessen the lingering pain"That's not where I wanted to finish." He whispered into my ear, "It's also not when I wanted to finish."And his weight was gone. The cold air rushed against my. He thought he must be dreaming. Never could he have imagined this going so well so fast. She looked like every red blooded american males dream model and by the look in her eyes she was ready for whatever it was he desired at that moment in time. She couldn’t take her eyes off that slow caressing hand of his, strong, large, unhurried. He continued to carefully stroke his pulsing cock as it strained at the material of his shorts. She could hardly contain the wine in the glasses as she paraded.