barely legal teen solo I never ever thought this way while I was married to my ex-husband Erick. The cheating scum. I hope he is happy with his big boobed, whore-secretary.
I started feeling better as I looked at my new wedding ring on my left hand. I had worn one barely legal teen solo for almost twenty years and only took it off less than a week ago. But now I had a new one. I loved this one more than the first, even though I know it cost much less. It was a simple white gold band. Nothing special except. I can still remember when the captain asked. “Do you have the rings?” I had completely forgotten about the rings. I was about to feel humiliated that I had done such a foolish thing.
barely legal teen solo But then on a day so full of surprises. Roy did it again and held up two rings. He handed me one and he put the other one on my finger.
barely legal teen solo I can remember the day filled with joy as my son had presented me with my wedding bouquet, two necklaces. One he lent me, and a new one with a huge Ruby on it. Then he gave me my broach that I had drooled over for over two years, as I began to cry form all the overwhelming joy of the day, he had me presented with a hanky to wipe my tears and something blue. I remember the comments he made to the stylist that they shared with me. Then he had a man help me down the aisle.
barely legal teen solo So, I ask myself, why was I so surprised when Roy pulled the ring I am now wearing out of his pocket and then he took my left hand and said the words “With this ring I thee wed” like he really meant them as he slipped it on my ring finger where it sits right now. I had never taken Eric’s ring off my finger the entire time I had been married to him. I know I would rather die than take this one off, ever. I had no idea of how strong my feelings were for Roy, my son. I have never in my life ever thought of him of anything but my son. Now I know he is my future. No matter what or how I look at it, I see a very bright future too.
barely legal teen solo Then it was my turn and the captain asked me if I had a ring. I was just about to tell him that I did not when. My loving wonderful son held up the ring I placed on his finger with the same loving words he said to me. “With this ring I thee wed.”
