Barefoot the dark skinned boy led the way through the small and surprisingly neat flat. Furniture was sparse but not overly so and the black and white... colour scheme made for a minimalist look. Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room, just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and Thomas could see the over stacked bookshelves and the tall slim wardrobe. Once in the vehicle and buckled up, Doctor Hooker broached the subject of their marriage. “How long would you like to be engaged for, dear? In my opinion, we could get married immediately. We have each made our commitment to the other and the children seem fine with the idea, so now it’s just a matter of figuring out what the bride wants.”“Since this is not my first wedding, I don’t need anything except to be married to you. I do have one question though, sir. How IS the wedding ring going to. Main uske boobs daba raha tha. Phir hum 69 position main aa gaye. Thodi der aisa karne ke baad maine use bed pe litaya aur apne lund ko uske choot ke paas le gaya aur apne lund ko uski choot per rakh diya aur halka sa dhakka maara usne cheek maari. Use bahut dard hua aur mera lund bhi under nahi gaya. Main samajh gaya ke ye aise ander nahi jayega. Maine use poocha ki oil ya koi cream hai to usne kaha ke vasline padi hai. maine table se vasline uthai aur uski choot our apne lund pe achi tarah. She touched up her lipstick and fluffed her bangs that were now beginning to look stringy from sweat. She was worried. She wanted to look her very best for Him. She anticipated this moment and now that it had arrived, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. She assessed herself in the mirror. She wasn’t half-bad looking for her age. Her hair was still long, thick, and a rich honey blond color. She was gray, mostly on her crown and hairline, but the colorist was excellent and she was.