“Sir, I would like to ask for you blessing in marring your daughter” Marcus receives a blank stare, not of anger, not of approval, not of a challenging nature or contention. The answer with extreme hesitation is “If you can prove to provide for my daughter, and can devote yourself to making her happy you my have blessings.” I cheerfully excepted his conditions thinking to myself that it could have gone allot worse. Xxnx for all intensive perspicuous he was in love… Marcus invites him to take a seat. returning to eye level with her he brushes his penis by her inner thigh. He presses his body closer and kisses her deeply with as much passion as he could muster. Oh how the windy city could not seem to have more draft. Thinking to himself that he’s in love with a goddess…
