2017 school sex stories: DRIVING MISS DAISY – Part 1B

Daisy was in tears by the time she reached her room. Her sorority sisters ran to her aid. “What did that jerk do to you, Daisy,” they asked.

Daisy took a tissue and blew her nose before replying. “Nothing…he did nothing. It was my mother; she bossed my father around mercilessly. John told me he saw nothing but a hollow shell when he looked at my dad.”

“Surely, he didn’t mean that.”

“No…he did and he’s right. My dad is nothing more than a slave to my mother. She treats him like he’s dog shit. She destroyed my engagement. Where will I ever find another John?” She fell onto the bed as her sobbing continued for almost an hour.

Then she roused herself and took her phone from her pocket. A few seconds later she spoke to her mother. “Thanks for nothing, Mom. You couldn’t take it easy for even a single weekend? You berated Dad the entire time. John told me he thought Dad was nothing more than your slave and when he looked into his eyes he saw someone who…someone who was just a shell of a person. Then he told me that he couldn’t see himself like that in thirty years. He broke the engagement. Thanks a lot, Mom! You’ve fucked up my life!” She ended the call and I could hear what I thought was the phone clattering off the wall and more of Daisy’s sobbing.

I turned to Rob and asked, “What do you think?”

“Personally…you did the right thing unless you enjoy being bossed around. Was it really that bad?”

“No…it was worse, much worse. I’ve never seen someone beaten down emotionally like Daisy’s father. I feel so badly for him.” I went into my room and laid my head on the pillow. I looked back on my relationship with Daisy. Other than the lies and deception and the bossiness she was really a good girlfriend. So far as I knew the lies had ended early on so the only ongoing issue was the bossiness–her continuing attempts to run everything, including me.

There was no way I would become anything close to what her father had become. I was smart—very smart—and I had a product that almost everyone would want. My patent had been approved and my first client was the university. There was also interest in the patent office. Once that happened, I knew, I’d pick up other government agencies. Damn, I was going to be a millionaire. Even a nerd could attract plenty of hot women if he was rich enough. I closed my eyes knowing that I’d never sleep. I kept seeing Daisy in my mind—her cute face, sparkling eyes, and gorgeous sexy body. I doubted that I’d ever forget the sensation of her silken muscular pussy, but no pussy was worth the price being with her would cost.

I had just finished a tutoring session with some freshman computer sci. students and was almost to Professor Eastman’s office when she tackled me. Okay, maybe “tackled” was too much, but she certainly latched herself to my leg and she wasn’t letting go. It had been two weeks since I had broken the engagement. I had missed Daisy, but felt that I had made the right decision.

“Please, John—can we talk. I miss you so much. Please?”

“Daisy, come on now. You need to stand up. I agree that we need to speak, but not here, and certainly not like this. Let’s go outside and find a bench where we can sit down and speak like responsible adults.” I pulled her up, handing her the hankie I always carried in my right rear pocket. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose before handing it back to me. I gingerly dropped in into a trash can as I led Daisy out the door.

The university is on a big hill so we found one of dozens of benches along one of the walkways. I sat her down and joined her. “Daisy, I’m going to ask you some questions to start this and I expect you to be completely honest. I know much more than you realize. Now…why did you approach me back in December and don’t tell me it was about the math because I know better.” I stopped then and waited for her to speak. It was quite a long wait, but hopefully worth it.

Eventually, she looked up and brushed away her remaining tears. “Okay, the honest truth; I realized that my B.A. in psychology was almost worthless. I didn’t want to go home to live with my parents after graduation. You’ve seen what my home is like. One of our pledges is studying computers and she had heard about your program being worth a lot of money. I thought I could trick you into marrying and supporting me, but you’re too smart.

“Then, after winter break, I began to see you differently. I realized what a wonderful person you are. We began kissing and touching and I loved it. I realized that I was falling in love with you. John, I am in love with you. I’m sorry for being so pushy. That’s how I grew up—with my mother totally dominating my father. I thought that was normal. Over the last two weeks I’ve talked a lot with my sorority sisters about their family life and I’ve learned that the way I grew up wasn’t normal. I’m so sorry for acting like that, John. Can’t we try again…start over? Please?”

She stopped talking then and burst into tears. I reached for a handkerchief, but my pocket was empty. I removed my shirt and handed her my undershirt then returned my shirt to my body. Daisy took it and giggled. “I wish you’d keep the shirt off along with everything else you’re wearing. Then I’d really be able to show you how much I love you.”

“Maybe, but I’m sure I’d be arrested. I don’t think they allow conjugal visits in the city jail. I need to think about this, Daisy. That means you need to leave me alone. I’ll meet you here on this bench, same time in two days. I’ll have an answer for you then.” I rose, leaned forward, and kissed her cheek, leaving her there with my tee shirt as I returned to my dorm.

I wasn’t surprised to find Rob in our living room working to correct homework for Professor Newton. He looked up, surprised to see me. “Aren’t you supposed to be covering for Eastman during office hours?”

“Yeah, but I was tackled about ten feet from the door. It was Daisy. I took her outside when she said she wanted to talk. She basically told me everything.”

“She told you that she was looking for a meal ticket?” He sounded incredulous.

“She did. She owned up to everything, even telling me that she thought bossy women were the norm until she discussed it with the other girls in her sorority. She wants another chance…a chance to start over.”

“Well? And don’t tell me that you’re going to do nothing.”

“No, not this time—this time I need to make a decision, but, honestly, I don’t know what it will be.” I retreated to my room and laid my head on the pillow. I cleared my mind and tried to apply the same logic I used in programming to my love life. Good luck with that! Surprisingly, I fell asleep and when I woke up I had an idea. The best thing about it was that I could delay making the real final decision for as long as a year. Then I had another idea and I knew that I’d be okay. Hopefully, we’d be okay, too, but only time would tell about that.

Checking my watch I saw it was almost time for dinner so I went out to the living room to help Rob. He graded the students’ work while I entered the grades into the computer. “So…what did you decide?” He laughed as I explained. “Well, if nothing else you should get at least a year’s worth of hot pussy.”

“I was thinking of at least two!” We shared another laugh and left our suite for dinner. I was in higher spirits than I had been since driving to Daisy’s home.

Daisy was there on what I now called “our bench” as I approached. She jumped up and tried to hug me, but I told her to wait until I had told her of my decision. “If you want us to continue our relationship we can, but it will be on my terms. Your parents live in western Massachusetts. I had planned to move near my parents in Long Island because I’ll need to be near a major airport. I’ll get an apartment and I invite you to join me. We’ll live together for at least a year and if things are good between us then I will propose again, but there will be a strong pre-nuptial agreement to protect my business that will be agreed to at that time.

“Even the most successful business needs seed money to get started. My dad insists on a pre-nup because he’s risking his life savings and his opportunity to retire at sixty-five. Considering that you initiated our relationship on a bunch of lies to access what we both hope will be my fortune….”

“You don’t have to say it, John. You’re right. I did lie to you over and over, but that was a long time ago. I’m so ashamed of what I did. Does this mean we’ll be living as husband and wife even though we won’t be married?”

“It does, but I probably won’t require you to do anything you haven’t already done except maybe anal, but there’s more. Don’t agree until you’ve heard the rest. I don’t want you in contact with your mother: she’s a terrible influence on you. I do understand that you are her daughter so that’s going to happen, but only occasionally. Rarely would be better. However, I will not have anything to do with her except attend her funeral when the time comes. The logistics are simple. My parents have a big SUV. After graduation they’ll take all of my stuff and whatever of yours they can carry. You and I will drive to your parents’ home to pick up whatever you want—clothes, CD’s, whatever with the limit being that it has to fit into my Civic. Then we’ll drive to New York. We might have to stay overnight somewhere en route depending on what time we leave their place. Okay, that’s it.”

“I agree, but we won’t need to drive to Springfield. There’s nothing there I want or need. Everything I want and need is right here on this bench.” I extended my hand. She took it and I led her to my dorm. Once in the suite we couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. I lay on the bed and pulled Daisy down to me. Her lips were hungry as she pressed them to mine. She gripped my short hair like a drowning person would grab a life ring as her tongue found its way into my mouth. Her hand found me hard and hot, already leaking pre-cum.

She moved quickly to straddle my hips and a second later my cock disappeared into her slender body. She arched her back to better drive her clit into my abdomen. That worked for me, too. Every action of her body squeezed and flexed my rigid organ. I’d like to say that we worked together like the parts of a fine watch, but that would be a lie. Our movements were erratic and uncoordinated, but—damn—they got the job done, and in record time. Daisy came twice in less than five minutes which was fortunate because I literally exploded within her.

Daisy collapsed onto my chest with a mighty exhale that emptied her lungs of air. She had almost fainted when her head fell into position on my shoulder. I held her gingerly as my deflated cock slipped from her tight vault.

We stayed there for almost an hour in post coital bliss until Daisy began to stir. “Promise me,” she whispered, “that you’ll force me to do that every single day.”

“Force you? I thought you initiated everything. All I did was lie here and let you take advantage of me.”

“How about next time you take advantage of me?” I smiled and nodded then I suggested that we shower and go out for dinner. “Can we do it together? Is it big enough?”

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s big enough. There are a dozen shower heads in there. It’s a gang shower for this entire floor. I doubt we’ll be interrupted at this hour. I think we can borrow Rob’s robe. You two know each other.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he’s Prof. Newton’s graduate assistant. He’s the reason why I learned of your plot.”

“You mean…you knew…you knew from the very beginning.”

“Yes, guilty as charged; I went along for several reasons. First, I wanted to see where you would go with our ‘relationship,’ and—second, I enjoyed the attention. I share a lot with Rob and when I told him that I had met you in the library he made a sour face. After dinner he accessed the class records and learned that you had quite a decent grade. He has Prof. Newton’s access code because he enters class data all the time. That happened the same day you introduced yourself to me. The next day he overheard all of your plans in the hallway after class.”

“I feel like such a fool.”

“Better you than me; at least I didn’t have a hidden agenda, but now that’s all behind us. Everything is out in the open unless you want to change your mind about my offer.”

A sly smile appeared on Daisy’s face. “Not a chance. Now that I have you I’m holding on for dear life.”

“Okay, let’s get showered up and I’ll take you out for dinner. I won’t see you for a few days. I have to fly to D.C. on business. I have a few meetings with the Patent Office about my firewall and I suspect that there will be a few other bureaus involved. I already have the university as a client. I’d love to have a few more before I graduate.”

“Could I come with you?”

“No, you only have three weeks until graduation, meaning you have finals in another ten days. Stay here and study. Make me proud of you.” I grabbed my robe and had it around my body before walking Daisy into Rob’s room. I knew he always kept his robe on a hook behind his door. A few seconds later I had tied it around Daisy’s body then pulled a couple of towels from my closet. Hand in hand we walked across the hall to the gang shower.

As expected the room was empty and remained that way until we had washed and dried each other. Rob was there when we returned. “Hope you don’t mind, but we needed another robe.”

“Hey…mi casa es su casa.” Daisy returned to my room and I returned Rob’s robe to his hook. He spoke again when we returned fully dressed. “I guess this means she accepted your terms.”

“Yes, I did, Rob and I wish I had friends like you. John told me everything you did to help him. It may sound funny, but I’m glad you did.” She walked up to Rob and kissed his cheek then took my hand as I led her out to my car. Finding a good restaurant in the Boston area is easy. I drove to the harbor where I’d found an outstanding seafood restaurant a few years ago.

We had a wonderful meal with great service. I’ve always enjoyed lobster. It was expensive, but this was a celebration—a revival of our love for each other. I drove her back to her sorority after dinner where we kissed in the car for almost half an hour before I let her go. She stopped to blow a kiss to me at the door.

I was up early the following morning dressed in my best suit for my trip to Dulles just outside our nation’s capital. I had been emailed directions from the airport, but I still got lost, arriving only a few minutes before my important meeting. The time spent in the air had enabled me to think in detail about my relationship with Daisy. I knew that I was in love with her, but could I trust her after all she had done to trick me? I thought then about Ronald Reagan—trust but verify. That would be my motto from now on.

I met with representatives of the U.S. Patent Office in a large conference room where I dealt with one of their directors although there were at least twenty other men and women present. My presentation was on my laptop with a projector that displayed the information onto a large screen. After I answered the director’s questions I turned to the others in the room, asking them, “Anything you want to know?”

I learned then who the top dog was when everyone paused to look in his direction. He looked at me and laughed. “Good thing we don’t handle top secret information.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “I thought you did. Well…maybe not information that would impact national security, but I know that I appreciated your security when I was going for my patent.” We spoke for almost twenty minutes before he introduced himself as Secretary of the Treasury. I was in, leaving two days later with four huge contracts. I knew that Dad, especially, would be thrilled. There’d be no need for his retirement money after all.

I saw Daisy briefly when I returned to school. Finals would begin in another five days and this time was always hectic. Besides attending classes and doing the required work everyone was studying like crazy. I was relieved that this year I had no such worries although I did help to tutor a number of undergrad computer sci. students.

There was a week between the end of exams and graduation weekend. That week was spent with a number of activities for seniors and reunions for graduates. I wasn’t permitted to participate in either so I spent most of my time relaxing and packing up my stuff. My parents phoned every day because they were doing some research for me—looking into apartments where Daisy and I would live. Both were amazed when I told them I’d move out within a week because my girlfriend and I would be living together. I also took another trip to Washington where I spent four days installing my firewall on the Patent Office servers.

Returning just in time for my graduation, I was relaxing with Daisy in my dorm when my parents knocked on the door. I introduced Daisy after hugs and kisses and I could see the amazement in their eyes. Dad and I left Daisy and Mom in the room while we carried all of my stuff out to their SUV. “Wow, John—Daisy really is a stunner. How’d you manage that?”

I had always been honest with my parents so I told him our story right up to the present day. He agreed that I was right to be cautious with her, but also said that he hoped it would work out for both of us. All told we needed four trips to get everything into the vehicle then we started with Daisy’s stuff. All of her winter clothes were loaded aboard. The rest would have to go with me in the Civic.

My ceremony was scheduled with the other graduate students on Sunday morning at 10:00. I wore a traditional PhD. gown with three black velvet stripes on the sleeves and a six-sided tam rather than the traditional mortarboard. Mom, Dad, and Daisy, along with my Aunt May and Uncle David—my godparents even though I rarely attended Catholic Mass—were my guests. They were my closest relatives. I could see the pride in their faces once we met after the ceremony had ended.

Mom, Dad, and I attended the undergrad ceremony at 1:00 that afternoon. There were a lot of undergrads—several thousand—so the ceremony was long—long and boring, but I suspected that all such ceremonies were no better. We celebrated with Daisy once it had ended. I was surprised that I didn’t see her parents. “My mother is still pissed at me and I’m even more pissed at her. I told her off after we returned from their house and you broke up with me. I don’t mind at all that she didn’t come. She almost ruined my life so the hell with her. I’d rather have you any day.” Then she reached up to me and our lips met for the most incredible kiss. It would have gone on for an hour if I had my way, but after ten minutes my folks started clearing their throats—a sure signal that we should stop. Daisy was giggling when we turned red-faced toward my parents.

We hugged and kissed them goodbye so they could drive home. It would be four-plus hours to Long Island even though they were taking the Bridgeport-Port Jefferson ferry. Daisy and I had a reservation for the ferry tomorrow morning. We walked into my dorm where I hugged Rob, knowing that we’d stay in touch. We’d lived together for four years. I had no brothers or sisters so Rob was my closest “almost family member” other than Daisy and that was still up in the air.

We spent almost two hours cleaning out her room at the sorority. We were delayed several times so Daisy could hug and kiss her friends so it was fairly late by the time we left. I drove for an hour then we stopped for burgers and fries at a Five Guys on the way, stopping an hour later just outside Bridgeport, Connecticut.
We showered together; space was tight in the tub, but that just enabled me to rub against Daisy’s succulent body more often. We dried each other using all of the motel’s thin towels, draping them over the shower rod in case we needed them tomorrow morning.

We did! Daisy and I made the sweetest love, first in missionary then switching to cowgirl and finally finishing as I stood behind her with my finger up her tight pucker while I pounded her hot pussy until she came for the second time. Her bodily convulsions triggered my wild orgasm–my thrusts so powerful that they pushed her forward onto the bed with me lying squarely on her back. She turned her head and laughed then I leaned forward and we kissed. Our tongues danced back and forth for several minutes before she broke it. I slid off to her side and pulled the blanket up and over our bodies. We were asleep in minutes.

I had always enjoyed taking the ferry across Long Island Sound. It was a relaxing 90 minutes during which we could sit and rest in the sun or have a hot coffee in the lounge. More importantly, it eliminated the need to drive through New York City where either heavy traffic or an accident could tie up traffic for hours.

We exited the big ship at the harbor in Port Jefferson and drove up the hill on Route 112, turning right onto Route 347—the Smithtown bypass—and from there to the Northern Parkway. Another hour’s drive brought us to Oyster Bay and my parents’ home. We left together with my mother after lunch to look at several apartments.

We found exactly what we wanted—two bedrooms on the end of the second floor in an almost new garden apartment complex. The master bedroom was big enough to hold all of the furniture we wanted to buy and the second bedroom would be used as my home office. Daisy and I bought living room, dining room, and bedroom furniture the next day. I looked for an office the day after, settling on an office suite in which I would share a secretary, mail room, and conference room with five other small businesses. I thought it was a good deal for my beginning enterprise. The offices were in a large contemporary business park on one of the main streets in nearby Jericho and the rent was even less than I had anticipated. I spent the next day with Daisy buying furniture, carpeting, and computers for my office. Then all I had to do was to wait for a T-1 optic fiber line to be installed. A T-1 line is high speed, capable of carrying more than sixty times as much data as a normal telephone line.

We spent that first week living with my folks before the apartment was ready. By then we had dishes, tableware, glasses and pots and pans for the kitchen. We had bought sheets and blankets, towels, and bath mats for the bathroom. Even with everything we had purchased there were still other things that we had forgotten. We spent most of the following weekend buying two TV’s, a stereo, and a DVR. Daisy was home in our apartment on Tuesday morning when cable for our TV’s and internet was installed and connected.

We really began our lives together then. Daisy acted as though she loved me completely and I acted the same way back to her. However, there was one big difference: she trusted me—no reason not to—but I didn’t yet completely trust her. I still held to the motto of “trust, but verify.” Only time would tell—one way or the other.

Daisy and I made love almost every night, but I could tell that she was getting nervous. I asked her about it one evening after dinner. “What’s bothering you, Daisy? You seem to be as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair factory.”

“I never did understand that saying, John. What does it mean?”

“Well…if you had a long tail that was really close to the floor would you want to risk getting it caught under one of those rockers?”

She looked at me for a second before she laughed. “You’re right. I have been nervous. When I agreed to your conditions you mentioned something about anal sex. I’ve never done that. I’m kind of nervous about it. I’ve been expecting you to demand it. I’ve heard it can hurt a lot.”

“To tell you the whole truth, I’ve never done it either. I’ve heard that it can hurt, but also that it can be exquisite if done right. Why don’t we shower then spend some time online doing some research? I will promise you this—I don’t want to hurt you so at the first sign of any pain we’re done.”

Daisy smiled and said, “I liked it the times when you pushed your finger in. I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.” I chuckled, took her hand, and led her to the bathroom whispering that maybe—just maybe—she might get her wish.

The shower was big enough for two—just. Daisy was concentrating her washing efforts on my cock and balls when I took the soap from her to wash her breasts and tummy and pussy. I’d learned that she wore a 34C bra which I found interesting. I was planning to buy her some sexy lingerie at Victoria’s Secret in Lake Success, only a few miles from where I now worked. All I knew was that she had the most delicious and sensitive breasts and nipples.

My fingers were thoroughly soaped when I ran the bar into her ass crack. I lifted her fairly easily and pushed my cock into her hot velvet tunnel at the same time my finger entered her ass. Daisy’s gasp even surprised her, but a second later she was trying to break my steely cock with her frantic movements. My cock could feel my finger through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her cunt. We had gone at it for several minutes when she bucked violently, spraying my abdomen with her ejaculate. I came a few seconds later, filling her with my seed. We fell together, the shower wall being the only thing that held us up. Finally, I turned off the water and lowered her feet to the floor.

I dried her as I always did and once I was dry I led her, both of us still naked, to my office to learn everything we could about anal sex. She sat in my lap, playing with my dick between her legs, her other arm draped around my neck. It’s amazing how much information the net has on an arcane subject like this. We sat and read and watched videos for almost an hour. My cock felt like iron long before we were done and somehow Daisy had managed to slip it into her wet cunt before we were done.

Lifting her left leg over my head she was able to straddle me and force my organ deep into her love tunnel. Her arms went around my neck as she kissed me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth as her hips gyrated into my abdomen. We worked together for maybe twenty minutes—maybe longer—since we had just made love an hour earlier. We were a sweaty mess by the time I was finally able to cum. Rather than drip our sexual fluids all over our new carpets I picked Daisy up and carried her back to the shower. “You’re incredible,” I told her.

“Me? You gave me two orgasms in the shower and another four just now. I’m so lucky to have you.” I still had her in my arms when I turned the water on again. Fifteen minutes later we were clean and dry again and in bed together, naked as always.

I thought it might be a good idea to put our “arrangement” into writing so I spoke to a lawyer one morning when I had some time available. In addition to what Daisy and I had agreed to I had her add a clause about adultery. Daisy was quite shocked when she read the adultery clause. “Why, John? Why did you put this in here?”

“Think of it as a way to guarantee that neither of us ever cheats.” She lowered her head for a few seconds then raised it, smiled, and signed the agreement. I also signed and our signatures were notarized. The secretary excused herself and returned with copies of the pre-nup in envelopes and handed one to each of us. “I’ll gladly destroy both copies on the day we become engaged.” Daisy leapt into my arms and we kissed long and deep right there in front of the attorney. We walked out into a beautiful bright summer day.

I left the shared office suite after three months. I had no choice. My business was growing rapidly—so rapidly that I needed help and bigger quarters. I put Prof. Eastman on as a consultant. He had already helped me tremendously. Even though I had a great product I had no idea how to market or charge for it. Prof. Eastman had worked for a Fortune 100 corporation for more than ten years before accepting a highly regarded professorship. I also used him as a resource to screen potential candidates for future employment. He recommended two graduate students who could start almost immediately and finish their studies online.

I moved my headquarters to Smithtown, about thirty miles east of Great Neck, selecting a building that was just a block away from the Long Island Expressway. I also suggested to Daisy that we seek a house nearby. We found one we liked in the Village of Northport overlooking Long Island Sound. It was as expensive as hell, but we thought it was also a great opportunity. Besides, I was already a millionaire. I bought the house in the name of my company–TriTech, Inc.

One of the things I liked about the house was that it gave me the opportunity to resume one of the hobbies of my youth—woodworking. It was something I had learned from my grandfather—Dad’s father. There was a full basement that had been walled off to form two rooms—one big with plenty of room for kids to play or to establish a family room for relaxing or entertaining with sliding glass doors to the back yard.

The part I wanted was smaller with the oil burner, hot water heater, and room for my power tools–a table saw, drill press, and router–in addition to wall racks to hold supplies of wood and metal and a mid-sized work area with a four-inch table vise. I installed a phone next to the workbench, forgetting somehow to tell Daisy about it.
We had been in the house about six months and had passed our one year test period. I walked in the door that day to be greeted eagerly by Daisy who jumped into my arms and planted a sensational kiss on my lips.

She had her copy of the pre-nup in her hand. I retrieved mine from my safe and walking hand-in-hand we stepped out to the rear deck where I started my Weber propane grill. As one we slipped the pages between the cast iron grates and watched as they burned to ashes. I leaned down to whisper in Daisy’s ear, “I love you.” We left then for a celebration dinner at a nearby steak house. After dinner we celebrated again, first by actively fucking until we could go no more then, after a short respite, I stood at the bed’s side while Daisy arranged a pillow under her hips. I had a towel nearby because I knew that this could be messy.

We had tried anal sex a few days after our big night of research. I went slowly and carefully, intent at making the experience as pleasurable for Daisy as I was sure it would be for me. I learned quickly that my concerns were unfounded. Daisy easily took my thick cock, loving the sensation of being filled completely, and cumming strongly when I inserted my thumb into her cunt while tickling her clit with my fingers. After that night anal became as regular a part of our sex as oral. I thought our sex life was fantastic. Daisy told me often that she agreed.

I had carried her to the shower once we had both experienced intense orgasms, my wilting cock still embedded in her shitter. We washed and dried each other and I carried her back to bed where I sat her on the edge while I knelt before her. She smiled broadly, knowing what was afoot. I had made a promise and tonight I was going to keep it. “Daisy,” I began, “I hope you know how much I love you. I know that I promised you that I would propose if things between us were good after a year together and that’s what I’m doing tonight. Will you marry me?”

Daisy held her hand out and I placed the ring I had selected—a 3.5 carat round solitaire in a yellow gold setting—onto her finger. She kissed me as she pulled me up to the bed with her. She spooned in front of me, my cock wedged into her ass crack and my hand in its usual place on her right breast. She held her hand up to admire her ring. Reaching forward she turned out the lamp on the night stand as she snuggled in close to me. “I love my ring, John and I love you.”

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