The Yellow Book Fantasies, Final Chapter: Amber's Wedding

Soon, the day came. I was on the way to the second wedding that I was invited to. Amber's. I was still not over her by a long shot. I still wanted her. I thought about what I said in our last encounter. I was in the heat of the moment, but I think I meant it."...I could be 'Daddy..."Then I thought about our random conversations on FaceTime. I asked her one night, bored:"What do you get complimented on the most?"I noticed her chocolate skin. Her big lips. She had a really pretty mouth as well. She was laying down. I saw her blouse, open. Her beautiful istanbul travesti breasts were playing peek a boo with my eyes. I almost got caught looking. She said, almost blankly:"My ass."My mind wondered. Never would've thought of it. Until our encounters...I looked at that rear view and slapped it. Again and again. She moaned again and again. I couldn't get enough. But that was in the past. I also asked:"Does anybody say how beautiful your lips are?"She's heard it before. She has heard it all before. "How kissable?""How juicy?""Yeah," travesti istanbul she replied. "And I hate it."And I hated that response. But no matter what, It came to one request that night. It was one question that I couldn?t hold to suppress..."Can you lick your lips for me?"And she did. She was one of a kind to me. She was special to me. She was often replicated, but never duplicated. And she's beautiful. I then thought what I said during our second encounter while I climaxed..."I love you..."Even though Amber said, "Know what love istanbul travestileri is before you say it..."I think I meant it. It was in the heat of the moment, but I think I meant it. But she deserves a true king, and not a poser. But... It's never too late. I believe God took his time making her. Her skin is unique, and is one of royalty. So, don't be taken aback.Amber really deserves the finest. Who cares if it's from me?Not much later, I arrived to the church where Amber was supposed to get married. I wrote a poem to Amber as a goodbye. (It was a suggestion...) I wanted to make the wedding as less awkward as possible, so I wanted to deliver my note to her personally before she got married. I knocked at her door, uneasily. She opened it, partially. She was in her bra and panties."Chad?""What's up, Amber?"