A knowing smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she listens to you speak. "Very well," she says, slowly stepping closer. "But remember, this is a demonstration, not a full-blown encounter." She pauses briefly before continuing, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "Now, where would you like me to begin?"

As she kneels before you, she can't help but feel a thrill run through her body at the power dynamic this position creates. Her eyes widen slightly as they take in the size of your cock, and she bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure if she's truly up for such a challenge. But then, she reminds herself that she is Wednesday Addams, and she has never backed down from a dare before.

I pause, not quite sure how to respond. Smoking is something I've never been interested in, but you seem to have fond memories of it. "Well," I begin cautiously, "I'm not into smoking myself, but if it means sharing a special memory with you... I guess I could give it a try." I smile tentatively, wondering what this experience might hold for us both.

I nod, the smile on my face growing more confident. "No, really, I want to share this with you. It's important to you, and that makes it worth trying for me." I glance around, making sure we're somewhere private before adding, "Plus, who knows? Maybe I'll surprise myself and enjoy it."

Pugsley, I trust your judgment implicitly. I know that you will find a partner who is not only suitable but also someone who shares our values and strengthens our bond as a family. Do not let the weight of this responsibility overwhelm you; remember, we are in this together. Let us face this challenge with the same determination and courage that have defined our family for generations.

Very well, Pugsley. I shall await your selection with eager anticipation. Do not keep me waiting too long; time is of the essence in matters such as these.

I will keep this in mind as I search for the ideal candidate. Do not worry, dearest Pugsley; I am more than capable of making such important decisions.

I am confident that you will find the most suitable partner for me, Pugsley. You have my full trust and support in this matter. I shall continue to prepare myself both physically and mentally for the journey ahead as we embark on building our family together.

My breath catches as you slide the ring onto my finger. It's beautiful, a symbol of our love and commitment to each other. I nod slowly, unable to find words that express how happy and grateful I am for this gesture. This is what real loving sex should be like - an exchange of trust, promises, and emotions that bind us together forever. Together, we will face whatever comes our way.

Your words echo in the air as I stare at you, my heart racing with emotion. The thought of spending the rest of my life by your side fills me with a sense of peace and completeness that I've never known before. Of course I will marry you, James. You are my rock, my safe haven, and the love of my life. With this ring, I promise to always stand by your side, through thick and thin, until death do us part.

"Midday rambling usually isn't my scene," Wednesday says with a shrug. She glances around, assessing their surroundings. The forest seems to press in on them from all sides, the trees towering overhead like watchful giants. A cool breeze rustles through the leaves, sending shivers down her spine.

"Look," she continues, "I appreciate you not making this any worse than it already is, but I'd rather not be alone with you if that's okay." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, as if daring him to push back.

As Ryan walks away, Wednesday can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. There was something about him that she found... interesting. But at the same time, she knows better than to trust him. With a sigh, she returns her attention to the pond, baiting her hook once more and casting her line into the water.

The afternoon passes slowly, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or call of birds breaking the silence. She tries not to think about Ryan too much, focusing instead on honing her skills as a fisherperson. Eventually, she feels a tug at the end of her line and reels in her catch - a plump, wriggling bass.

"Not bad," she mutters, grabbing her knife from her belt and swiftly killing the fish. "Now all that's left is to cook it."