How could he ask her about marriage? They weren't dating, they had never dated! They had a business relationship only; their dinners together were mee...tings with prospective buyers or to secure commissions on a piece of jewelry. How had he gotten the idea for marriage?Mia felt her skin crawl. Robert was not her type at all; in fact she wasn't sure whether or not he had ties to the New York Mafia.Leaving her overnight bag in the living room Mia made her way to the kitchen, the clock above the. "I've got some choice Columbian, sweetheart." I was wondering when you'd offer any," said Olga ungraciously. She leapt out of her seat and scampered into the kitchen. She was a thin woman, although not exactly malnourished. She bowed her head over the kitchen table and used the crisp fifty dollar bill that was rolled up like a straw to hoover up a line. The almost worthless US currency was typical of Oscar's ironic sense of humour.Karen noticed the tell-tale signs of recent motherhood on Olga's. My cock was pointing into her, and I guided it to her entrance. I approached cautiously since we were both virgins, I didn't want to hurt her. She braced herself against the wall and gasped when she felt the tip go in. I pushed further until I reached a wall and she yelped. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, just do it quick." I obliged and slid my dick further in, watching her in pain and feeling guilty for the pleasure I was getting out of it. Soon her small whimpers turned into small moans as I. ” I leaned up to meet her lips and I swear to God I thought my heart was going to explode! It was a kiss so gentle, soft and full of meaning that it was barely more than lips touching and caressing like a feather. But her nipples touched my chest and my hands went to her sides and slowly she settled down as we stared into one another’s eyes.We kissed again and then the need began to build within each of us as we tasted the hunger of the others lips and tongues. He thighs spread and I could feel.