My dick was clearly delineated by the fabric of my shorts. She could see it twitch. She forced her eyes to look at my face and stammered, ‘See you ...tomorrow,’ and with that started to walk out of my patio. I said ‘My garden is your garden, anytime.’ Just before she stepped out to the walkway she suddenly stopped and pointing at my tented shorts asked, ‘Did I do that, is that because of me?’ I was surprised at the boldness of the question, completely out of character for her. She was blushing as. I continued with: "I'm asking for this to begin on our wedding night, two whole years from now. If you don't think I'll be a caring husband who deserves this from his wife, you can bail out any time you decide you don't want me. Right?" She appeared to be looking at some point in my shoulder, but she certainly didn;t look like she was going to leave. Okay then, time for point, set, match. "Then will you agree to my needs and allow me to ask you to become my wife?" She hesitated, looked at the. Her hands reached around myshoulders and I felt the pain as she began thrusting. Bambi 9 and Imogen10 sucked and fucked in unison and I screamed in pain and pleasure as weall built towards a climax.We all came at once with my load shooting into Imogen's mouth whilstBambi 9 exploded in my anus. Bambi 9 removed her cock and fell to theground with exhaustion and a few seconds later I joined her. We laytogether on our backs, hearts thumping and watching as Imogen 10 stoodover us and began to stroke. She spoke with a London accent and was not shy at all. That said, she had a good figure and never, ever, wore a dress as she had few feminine traits. I liked her and saw no reason not to be in her circle of people she cadged-off. During a quieter moment in the pub's corner seat she asked me if I was a virgin. No doubt blushing I laughed-off the suggestion with the comment that I had lived among the fleshpots of Berlin blah, blah, blah! I doubt she believed me and the conversation went.