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9th August, the day he left his mark on me
Friday, August 10, 2007

Part two...


Fantastic lunch of home cooked food.
There were mutton chop and laksa, samosa and cocktail.
And the dad insisted on making his new signature lychee tea.


All for the future family.


And theres a lot of talking as well as laughing.
And exchanging of ideas.
And more confirmations.


And while the parents were discussing,
the couple in love exchanged winks and intense stares
that made the lady *blush* and the man gave that victory smile.
tsk tsk tsk
Even when those were all done through the reflections on the mirror.
Uhuh, the lady and her unusual fetish.
Well, mirrors do wonders in the bedroom, wont they? Especially the big one near the bed, no?


So good day ended.
Now, the wait for the finale is killing her.
And it will be the man who gains the pleasure,
comes tomorrow.

writtern @1:52 AM