I had brought her to the rooftop restaurant on English Bay and the gods were with me that evening. The sky was clear and the sun would be setting over... Vancouver Island soon. It was a very romantic setting for what I wanted to be a very romantic moment."Belle ... if I've never said it properly ... I love you," I stammered, holding her hand as I began my heavily rehearsed proposal. "I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"I don't know how long I held my breath, waiting for her response. She. “How about a cup of tea?” she suggests. “My place?” “That would be nice.” He walks with her into her apartment. Ellenor kicks off her shoes. “What a relief!” she says. “One more minute in these and I would have had to amputate my feet!” “Mind if I take off mine?” says Sam, and puts his red purse on the little table in her hall. “Sure, make yourself comfortable,” she says, and walks into the kitchen. Sam sits down at the kitchen table, is unusually quiet while she tells him about her night.. "Not yet, slave. You come now, its over and you will be sent to bed." His voice was so stern, but my need to come was getting stronger, and my will to keep it at bay was weakening. I tensed all the muscles in my body, trying to stop the waves of ecstasy. I thought about anything that came to mind, anything to get my mind off of my wet, juicy cunt being rammed with a thick long vibrator. I soon realized that trying to not think about it would make it happen faster, and concentrated on trying to. ...Her pussy is hungry for your cock cream....." Hubby was guiding his nephew... I felt the grip on me, further getting tighter and the pounding getting harder..Hubby's words had served as a trigger for the young cock...I could feel it getting more harder and stiffer and knew that it would not last for longer.....Soon the devil started throbbing and erupting it's thick hot cream deep inside me. It felt warm and coming out in squirts -one after the other hitting my inner depths like a.