All I can say is WOW.You might get the idea that the week we were waiting was no more than a steady stream of her trying to seduce me. Yeah there was ...quite a bit of that but we also had other things to do. She had school during the day and I got started back up doing design consultation work. After school time was taken up with cheerleading practice three days a week and I took her to some of the job sites to check out the progress with my work. Again she was a big hit with the technicians and. ", Jeanne thought to herself.Then she turned her attention to her daughter. Marianne's hair was her most noticeable feature. More light auburn than fiery red, nevertheless, her skin did not tan well, and the contrast between Jean-Claude and her daughter was very noticeable. The one tanned to a golden brown and the other pale by comparison with a familiar quota of freckles that stretched in a band across cheeks and the bridge of her nose.Casting her eyes lower, Jeanne saw that Marianne's bra was. It was just too strange. Too fascinating. The exquisitely rendered details. The erect nipples. Even the genital area, anatomically correct right down to... lust-engorged labia, the clitoris, and the vaginal opening itself. The jutting, pear-shaped buttocks, the inviting valley between them, and the enticingly puckered little anus. It was a classically voluptuous body -- quite a fat body by modern standards -- rendered in miniature, in a precious metal. And the facial features reminded him of. She opened her mouth. Were her lips forming the word yes? They seemed to for a moment, then snapped shut.She was looking at him with excitement in her face, but also doubt.“Are you not afraid?” she asked finally.“Why would I be afraid?”“You said ... you said that in this country people take years before they decide to marry. That they would rather break up than marry the wrong person.”“You are the right person. I never want to break up with you. Not ever. I love you. I love you more than.