Money started to be put into proper use.There were no more night outs and too many parties we kept indoors and most of the time enjoyed the pool table together.
He was quite professional in this and he swiftly fixed the balls.I had difficulty in pushing the white to hit the desired balls but i fixed it quite easily with him helping me polish
When i beat him in a match he would pull off my pants and fuck me on the table i started having thoughts of him loving sex not me
He noticed this too and he became sulky he rarely congratulated me he instead started writing novels in wattpad.I missed the fuck but i imagined that he wanted to rest before we resume our game.
I was looking forward to our wedding night.
Wait a minute did i say wedding?ouh i almost forgot the shock i recieved last time we planned a wedding
I called my parents in Algeria and they were very happy to hear from me after a very long while.They were happy i had finished the stress and then i broke the bombshell
They could not agree that Edga was alive so they booked an airways and flew that night back home.They found me alone in our family house and they started asking me questions about everything.
Mum asked me if we could meet Edga in the morning so i called him to ensure that he could be home when my parents visited him.
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RomanceLove is like talent and intimacy is the practice that makes love perfect follow the story of Peninah and Edga and make the clear path
