Still he licked. And then the first of my full orgasms. I thought I was going to faint. My arse was going up and down, pussy farts galore and woosh th...at moment of extreme pleasure as I squirted away. The sheer thrill as I carried on moving my cunt up and down him. Still more squirting as I moved my mouth to his ear and gasped into it. He gripped my shoulders in his strong hands and flipped me onto my back, his cock slipping out for about a second, before he quite literally rammed it back inside. But mostly just the thrill of being together." Alone?" Only a few times, usually Grandma came along as chaperone." she laughed again with the memories. But, this weekend is the anniversary of him proposing to me! Maybe that's why I wanted to come, eh?" No kidding? Was he ... I mean how did he do it? Did he get down on one knee like in the old movies?" I laughed, but was really curious. It was voyeuristic of course."Yes! He was a little nervous, but he really did." Show me how he did it." Oh, I. Just write the best you know how and let your readersjudge. Some will be grateful." Vickie, keep on writing. Every paragraphwas a punch to the gut - no, not so much a punch, as it was an attempt toremove a very large distasteful blockage from one's inner airway. Thankyou. Don't apologize to anyone. In the mildly paraphrased words of TinaFey, "Bitch is the new black! Remember those nuns at school! You'd hatethose bitches, but goddammit you'd know the capital of Vermont!"I'll leave a quick bio in. His change, hecould tell, was going to be thorough, both in and out.His crotch began to tingle, as he could sense some pulling and tuggingat various parts of his manhood. His plumbing was now rearranging, andhe could almost sense a strange wideness within him beginning to takeform, some sort of emptiness that surprisingly gave him a warm, fuzzyfeeling.It was the beginning of the creation of a womb.Before he could concentrate any further on that, he blankly stared downat his chest. Just as with.