And for some lucky and amazing reason, he wants me. He is about to marry me this week. How could I not pleasure such a wonderful man?He eats my pussy,... like all the time, and always so eagerly. What kind of girlfriend (and soon to be wife) would I be if I refused to put him in my mouth, and with as much genuine enthusiasm as when he goes down on me?The power of his throbs as he hardens in my mouth, and pushes against the back of my throat. Mmm, feels so good! More of that, please! Every day of. I look over at you and you are smiling at me. I smile back at you. I reach over for your hand. I rub your hand, I hold it for awhile. We stop into a restaurant for lunch. We are almost at the cabin, but we decide to eat before we go into the cabin. You are sat across from me. I want you so bad right now. But not here at the restaurant. We do touch hands during the meal. The waitress doesn’t come around too often, she gives us a bit of privacy. Finally, it’s time to leave. It only takes us about. She had ‘big’, dyed platinum hair and always applied loads of makeup.Lucy was now wearing a tight shirt and black leather mini to go with her stockings and heels. She resembled the archetypal French maid, although she was too tall to carry it off sexily. Her short dark hair was cut in a chic fringe. Her full lips were exaggerated by plum coloured lipstick.Alice nodded at the champagne glass.?Drink.?There were no bubbles. The liquid was a murky gold colour.Lucy raised the glass and took a sip.. She said oh alright. The I told her to walk around the isles of books. I could still see her from across the street as I told her what to do next. As she was between the isles to bend over. Prior also I told her not to wear any panties. She obliged all my request. So then I went inside. I sat down at a table in the reading room. I could tell she was very excited that i was there. As she kept smiling at me. She attempted to reach and touch my hand. I got up. She said where are you going. I said.