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When I agreed to marry Tanner, I did not ever, not even once think that we would consummate the marriage – not at least right away. With the alcohol and loneliness involved, our bodies agreed to comfort each other’s needs. He was the last one I slept with, and never did I think of doing it with him again. This time, he’s more experienced and I couldn’t not compete with it. I wanted to protest, I wanted him to stop, but part of me also wanted to find out if I still have feelings for him, or if I could somehow trigger the memories he once had lost.
Our kisses were intense. He ripped the shirt I was wearing, and I had nothing on underneath but a laced panty. My chest was exposed right away, I was so conscious, but he never made me feel insecure, not even for a second. His kisses went
