Ping re-appeared in a local version of a bikini: almost a strapped t-shirt top and full short-legged pants; not what I had expected certainly. “The ...others will have surprises too, I think. Do you like?” Well, not quite what I thought…” I paused as she removed her shorts, beginning to reveal a very different view…”Stop!” I shouted, startling her “pull them up and start again, Ping” as I reached for my camera and steered her to the courtyard, discreetly placing her behind a large tree. “Now, take. Marge could have reached him with anything important. After he set his bags down, he tore the envelope open. There was a note inside it, and a ticket to the Cubs game later that evening. Paul read the note. It was typewritten, which struck Paul as odd. ‘I thought that you would like to see a game. I’ll meet you there. Harry Going to the game ran counter to Paul’s original plan, but it was a welcome change. The Cubs were playing the Dodgers. The game was at seven. Paul had plenty of time to. I looked at her with a eyebrow up and asked why to drink sake... She stated that it was to celebrate our oath.She then cut my left hand underneath the thumb stabbing it to carve a M in my hand, telling me that it was for me to always remember my first wife. As she was done, she used the blood from that in the ink bowl also. Then at a wierd moment, told me she will put my japanese name on her left wrist. She took the bamboo needle and dabbed it in the ink mixed with my blood. She then proceeded. She came after only a minute or so. The alcohol was really getting her horny that evening. Wet noise filled the dark guest bedroom as I continued fucking her. I reached up and pulled down her cotton top to release her tits. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a loud moan from her. I contemplated giving her a titfuck and gave her a pearl necklace for the rest of the evening. But her pussy was so hot and gripping my cock like a vice. I pulled out and turned her over onto her stomach. I loved fucking.