Assuming that the story so far has impressed you, I will continue the next instalment of this sex story. My coordinates, if you are interested in conn...ecting with me, or even wanting an experience with me is available at: Yahoo!: (only on chats as I don’t check yahoo mails) and Hangouts at: and skype at: If you are interested in writing your story through me, that is also welcome. Of course, due credit will be sharedComing back to the conversation. I hope you enjoy the sex story as it. ” “Are you sure?” Duncan asked delighted. “Sure… no problem at all… I’ll use your bed when I get back,” I concluded. Returning from the bar after twelve, I peered through the open door of my bedroom. Duncan and Alf were sound asleep. The following morning at breakfast I asked Alf, “So when are you moving in with us?” Two very broad smiles greeted me. “Why not today?” Duncan suggested. “Are you really sure?” Alf asked. “Absolutely.” I replied. Later that day Alf arrived with meagre. "I love you..."Even though Amber said, "Know what love is before you say it..."I think I meant it. It was in the heat of the moment, but I think I meant it. But she deserves a true king, and not a poser. But... It's never too late. I believe God took his time making her. Her skin is unique, and is one of royalty. So, don't be taken aback.Amber really deserves the finest. Who cares if it's from me?Not much later, I arrived to the church where Amber was supposed to get married. I wrote a poem to. Her nipples were covered by a natural bra of flowers and she had the same at her waist. She even wore bangles made of those and had a bunch on the head too. She looked like a goddess.For the first time in my life i felt my lund hardening seeing my mother in all her glory. Her luscious chuchies (breasts) were so inviting and her waist was so slim and i could see a bit of her fur through the flowers too. She smiled at me and asked me to sit down and perform the rites for the ritual.She asked me.