"That truly was a great romantic story. Thank you for sharing it with me." "Did it bring back any memories?" Devon asked hopefully. "If that was my life, it was amazing, romantic, and enjoyable to hear. But somehow, I feel there must have been more in my life. Nothing seemed to jar even the slightest memory or evoked the slighted feeling of love and happiness you describe." "Nothing?" Devon asked, concerned. "I'm sorry I don't mean to disappoint you. Maybe there was more pain than happiness?" "No! Not true!" He exclaimed. "How can you only remember the bad? And what is this bad that you are recalling?" "We both are tired; it's been a long day. Maybe I'll share it with you tomorrow. Good night Dev." Zari said, sashaying out of the dining room to the guest bedroom. ****** After breakfast, Zari found everything hard to believe. She was confused, like she was outside of herself, looking in. It isn't easy to explain. And she will never mention these things again to the lovely

Devon excitement to share their Wedding Album. Zari saw the man's hurt and anger, and she was afraid to say anymore. "You were right. I can see it is too painful for you. I don't want to hurt you." Zari said, getting up from the island and leaving the kitchen as she headed to her room, locking the door. Devon shook his head and slammed his fist into the other as he left the kitchen. Zari's head was hurting; it bothered her to have memories enter her brain and then try to make sense of them. Some days little memories would come to her mind; other days, she would have clear, concise memories of what she went through. Yet, none of these memories ever has anything to do with the man who claimed to be her husband. All her memories are about the man she remembers. It was uncanny how she couldn't remember his face with vivid clarity. It's beyond her wildest imagination! How she married outside her culture and the man she remembers and the one who says he's her husband are clearly of ano

Devon was hurting on many levels about his wife. Thoughts about whether she had been affected mentally, physically, and possibly sexually by her carjacker or abductor played with his emotional state. He entertained several scenarios of how he would kill that animal who put his hands on his wife. Even though the doctors said that she wasn't raped, it doesn't mean any sexual abuse didn't occur. Whoever kidnapped her, he still had his hands on my wife! Devon became filled with anger! He looked at the clock; it was time to go. He had been watching the person he thought might be Zari’s abductor. Devon always had a temper and did whatever came to his mind. He knew the man's routine and what time the guy left his house and would return home. So, he got in his car and drove around the neighborhood, buying time and waiting for him to pull up in his Lamborghini. Devon Park was a block away and sat in his car. Pulse racing, heart filled with fury! He suspected this was the man that did this to Z

When his first finger slides with her tight body, she almost comes up off the bed. I feel her gripping my finger, and he slowly slides it in and out, caressing her unhurriedly and tenderly. When he knows she's ready, he adds a second. Devon's hands are big, which makes two fingers more than satisfactory for the woman he's pleasuring. He picks up the pace as he lets her body, moans of pleasure, guide him. Using his other hand, he spread it open wide on her lower stomach, holding her hostage against the oncoming storm. He lowers his mouth and sucks within her lips when he has her firmly in place. The sensations cause her to come with force against his mouth and on his hand. Her wetness surrounds him, the sounds of her release filling the room, driving him wilder than ever before. As she slowly comes down from the clouds. He stands up before her. His eyes hold her captive, and he quickly removes his boots, socks, pants, and boxers until he's standing before her with nothing but a smile.

"So, where are we going now?" I asked Devon as he drove off. "I know you think I forgot all your pleasure spots and points.” “No, after last night, I know you haven’t forgotten.” “Are you flirting with me, little lady? If I don't do this one thing, you will be upset." "What on earth on you talking about now? Are you sure you are describing the right person? I'm not that young lady in those wedding photos who was easily impressed. So whatever you think you still know about me, I could have changed." "I don't think so..." Devon teased. "You change this one thing I'm talking about? I don't think so. That's unlikely." Devon says, looking over at me as he's driving. "No, when I think about it. I've changed. I probably like doing this more now than I did back then." He said, winking at me. I squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about now. "I love it when I have you all worked up and confused, in a good way. Especially with that look on your face. Listen carefully