I initially wrote and posted this, the concluding theatrical role of this floor, various geezerhood ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my best chronicle, but it is full if you like mushy romanticistic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my lean of stories. The well-heeled way to do that is to penetrate on `` Author 's listing '' and then to dawn on `` Number of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the leaning. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four month fraught lover, at the beach on Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an publicizing banner -- pulled by a sheet -- that said in gravid red capitals,"MARIE will YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost xxx seconds before turning to look at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee in the time-honored proposal affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 karat Pezophaps solitaria in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their first date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a turgid grouping of"golf widows"-women left alone by married man gone to play golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ringing and commented on her maternity. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the region and soon we were surrounded by to a greater extent than l sympathizer. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the urine. Being other in the season it was cold by local standards, but the waves were small due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore piece of cake from the northwestward. Marie exclaimed how stale the H2O was, but she never let go of my hand or turned back to shore. When we were pectus oceanic abyss we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a passing wave. Marie laughed into my mouth the first time it happened, but she kept her hanker warm tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the osculation so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my humanness into her script."I thought cold H2O was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and hard, George ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy minx ! Now that you have me, what are your intentions ? Gon na twitch me off or fuck me here in front of C of people ?"

"Neither, George, but I do want to see what's in computer memory for me when we get dwelling, and I really like what I'm spirit here."I laughed and soon we were laughing and hugging and kissing. As I led her from the H2O Marie asked me,"Think we can go home soon ? I really need you !"

We walked up the beach helping hand in hand. Back at our chairs I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular body. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to foregather our chairs, umbrella, and cooler and, with a wave to the group of women, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hand up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to wait until we got house for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an chance event,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard tool free. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her glossa ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my light beam."Mmmm, a little piquant than normal, but just as yummy…I beloved sucking on your turncock, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and vigor as her mind bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the nosepiece back to the mainland. I really had to contract to retain the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the face of the highway just before cumming thick into Marie's throat. It proved a good movement as I saw a police car a few hundred cubic yard behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's mouth would receive been the last thing I'd need. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her sass and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her tush next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their support cubic yard. The Homer A. Thompson are enceinte people, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five metrical foot ten and thinly ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at to the lowest degree 240 pounds. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high shoal. She is the mirror ikon of her mom, except with slightly larger titmouse, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home plate with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or come together confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my putz while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the same time. She's about five foundation seven, rail thinly with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a putz in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the fully grown coquetry of all, and only in ninth score. All three fille were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some untamed St. Pat's political party when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a great relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and proficient friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a batch on the cheek and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and closed chain. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really sword lily I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying shut down attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her mitt from behind her backrest to show her band. Now there is no worse mickle than seeing five female person jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, George, I thought she'd have your whole family unit before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

We were interrupted by Marie asking,"George, when are we getting married, anyway ?"

"Tues afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked grammatical construction."Neither of us has any household,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the exclusively real number friend we have so it's going to be a really small ceremonial occasion. I made an appointment with the Justice Department of the peacefulness conclusion week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

"Oh, yes, George I, I can hardly wait."

"Can we make out ?"It was Tracey. When Marie nodded she turned to her mom,"Can we, Mom ?"

Before Brenda could do Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to postulate a maid of honor. worry ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit of clothes and I joined her in the shower. In our excitement the wet wooing had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a solvent. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy water. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect peel. I washed her back and fag cheeks before running my fingers up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any Baroness Dudevant getting in the wrong places, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be costless of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm mentation. Use peck of easy lay on my asshole, George. Then let's wash out your cock really well, too."I knew when to stick with direction so I soaped up Marie's fine butt hollow then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie bend over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, George III, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the exhibitioner wall as I stepped behind her, my rock backbreaking tool poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her sozzled dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her tight sphincter muscle gripped my cock like vise-like digit squeezing and constricting my pipe organ. The resistance was incredible, so tight the lax skin on my cock remained stationary in the strong circular muscle, with only the hard tissue paper within actually moving as Marie drove me to an unbelievable sexual climax."Fuck me, George. Fuck me grueling,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrusting with one of her own. So intent was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and sneak her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her hard hot niggling push button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two fingerbreadth into her bitch in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only intellect I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful blowjob LE than an minute ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers ; her climax was coming on strong. Marie's body was going through a series of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to crash as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to continue. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot pee still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."Damn, George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My hammer had softened at finally and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my leg. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking prison term to pat dry every part of her luscious torso, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should take in been back at the Count Rumford's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her deaden hair into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the girls all wanted More details on the proposal of marriage. Ray, in his usual sarcastic style commented on the length of our shower."Geez, forty-five hour for two showers—you must have got some hot water smoke,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outdo I replied,"45 minutes—one shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to draw his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to have Ray our Order ; the adults all had burgers, the fille, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade white potato vine salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food for thought and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the girls fantasize about our upcoming marriage ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her manus up my leg shortly after dinner party. We said our adios shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only blackball came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her temper continued at habitation as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my left face with Marie spooned in forepart of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the feeling of Marie's skin and experiencing it from headspring to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in muteness for almost 30 minutes when I heard the barest whisper,"Are you awake, George ?"

"Ummm hmmm,"I replied, rubbing her stomach.

"Good…because I have to peach to you. It's important ; it's taken me all day to build up the nerve."

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her correct leg over mine, placing it behind my body."That must be important. What is it, Marie ?"

"I'm afraid when I finish you're going to hate me."I rubbed my cock into her slit ; it was wet and hot."Ohhh…George, what are you doing ? This is important."

"Don't headache, favorite, I can multitask—fucking you with my cock and listening with my ears."I made my initial jabbing, driving almost six inches into her silken pussy.

"George,"Marie whined,"please…I need to spill to you. It's going to be hard enough without you fucking me."

"OK, I promise to keep perfectly still."This was a promise I knew was insufferable to keep.

"George, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our whole human relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the sobs wracking her torso. It was time for me to confess.

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her psyche around to await at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the belief you were a wanton woman. Just the opposite is true, isn't it ?"

She began sobbing again,"Yes, George,"she sniffed,"but how… ?"

"It was well-to-do, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at home, but at work, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at workplace, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the back. I saw it when you led me into your apartment. I wasn't angry—I was thrilled and flattered that you'd go through all that for me."

"Yes, George, but the very me is timid, mild, and shy."I took her head in my hired hand as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so good. I love when you fuck me."

"OK, Marie, I'm going to serve you and then I never want to see this silliness again. Have you been faint-hearted with me ?"

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been mild or shy ?"

"No, George. Oh, God, that feels so unspoiled !"

"Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to keep on -- why are masses meek, diffident, or shy, Marie ?"

"I am because I'm afraid. That's why I hardly ever dated, and why I never had a real boyfriend."

"right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a minuscule fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the intact time. There was no reason to tell you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

"Yes, but wait until you hear this…I ... I…I got meaning on purpose."

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your pussy. I knew when I did that there was a probability you'd become significant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a trouble if you had used your gestation to flim-flam me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the determination to get along back and I haven't regretted that for even a bit. I had a hunch you were meaning. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't delay to splice you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in repeal cowgirl on my putz. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my tool in her slopped tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my cock into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to serve her. I reached around with both arms so I could set on her steaming clit with both hired hand. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my digit. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight, even though it was an imaginary one, from her shoulder. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her consistency. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My poking ejected seminal fluid from her as it was squeezed out of her snatch with every energy I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each early. I kissed her cheek tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ evildoing'on one condition—that you never again let something get so grave without telling me what's on your mind, and, in income tax return, I promise the same to you. Is it a plenty ?"

"George, how did I ever get so lucky that I wound up with you ? Yes, it's a deal."

"Marie, I'm the prosperous one here. On a scale of one to ten you have to be at least a fifteen. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and more incredibly, you actually love me. Let's nerve it—on that like graduated table I'm probably no Thomas More than a five or six."

"Now it's my play to bawl out. There's much more to a person than sound facial expression, although in my opinion you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to deliver you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your rooster for you then we'll get some rest. Marie pushed me onto my vertebral column to lick my putz clean. Her yearn tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the pedestal cleansing me with every CVA, but she had another effect, too. Every prison term her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just wee-wee out the gleam in her reddish blue eye."George, just look at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

"You are a terrible, terrible person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll blockade all this horrible nooky and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd good get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may jazz you then, too."She rubbed my cock up and down her dent and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to osculate me she whispered,"St. George, I'll never tire of this tone, of you filling me and stretching my pussy walls. You make my entirely body tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her lingua penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was acute as she moved us to mutual nirvana. Marie worked like a fair sex possessed. Our bodies were covered in perspiration ; our rag were a flock. Even though I had cum only minute of arc ago I wasn't going to last long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her eyes were glassy. I'd never seen a woman fucking like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a potent orgasm that shook her body like a folio in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the climax ruled over her. Her reaction was all it took for me to cum my quartern fourth dimension in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a gallon of cum up into her terrific kitty-cat only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her expression in attendant kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to careen arm-in-arm to the exhibitor where we cleaned each other slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new sheets and blankets, and climbed in to descend asleep in seconds, Marie's dead body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the trace morning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a longsighted tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my break of day breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the projection screen porch for a Continental breakfast of juice, coffee bean, English language gem, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm weather and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robe and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen door. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said nothing, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned last night. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner party. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off last night—the inflammation of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last night and took real thoroughly attention of me so I got a great night's sleep and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to deal me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go fishing, George IV. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the lunar time period. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the recess and the scoop time for that would commence two hours before high tide and end two after. The lunar time period was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had deal of time to prepare. I suggested we leave the dock around 1:30 so we'd be on place by 2:00. All I had to do was crack the minnow traps at the end of the wharf. We threw on shorts and t-shirts and walked down the dockage. I had two traps here for capturing mud minnows—prime decoy for flounder ( good fortune for you from the northeast ). I found several twelve respectable specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the workbench intention on returning to the house. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the rachis of my head, pulling me into a long cutter and loving buss. She broke the kiss several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another long fantastic kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and tackle. I put a sinker and hook on each rod. I planned to convey four—the more note in the piddle the better our opportunity of actually catching something, although we'd have a skillful time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain nag was in place, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the live fountainhead with five gallons of urine. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the piss just as Marie arrived with our ice chest with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an whim we returned to the household for our swim suits—just in case the sportfishing was really slow. We left for the inlet only fifteen instant behind schedule.

The weather term were almost ideal—low but consistent winds. There were a lot of boats in the area, but most of them were parked along boo Island just as ours was on our beginning tripper here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the seawall before starting our world-class heading. I used my depth finder to observe lead of the buttocks, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your lure in the water system and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and freehanded Pisces the Fishes than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a role in her hazard. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for to a lesser extent than five instant when she got the inaugural bang. Marie played the Pisces the Fishes patiently before setting the bait deep. I watched her rod twist almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly fish whose only purpose on dry land seemed to be stealing the bait of hapless fisher. Using my pliers I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to light back into the pee. I re-baited Marie's come-on ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

"OK, I have to admit that was pretty suspicious,"Marie told me as she concentrated on her line,"but I'll bet I do better today than you."

"All right, define better and what interest ?"

"I'll bet you I catch more fish than you."

"That doesn't mean anything,"I replied,"It only means something if we're talking about keeper. And what are we betting for ?"

"OK, Sir Thomas More keepers and victor gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I lose ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a tenacious hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to react to a strong hit on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag in various times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a skilful sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The fish disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a backbreaking strike. She played the fish for almost ten min before bringing it to the gravy boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Pisces, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George II, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the pole, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to delight our dinner party. I anchored in about eight substructure of piss on the shelter face of the island. I hosed down the gravy boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two potty of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her inhalation of caffeine—one cup of deep brown daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the urine always gave me a outstanding appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the pack of cards."Time for my dessert and your reinforcement. soundly fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the open up air. Marie leaned in to teasingly puzzle out the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye physical contact every endorsement. Her purplish eyes shone like champion in the Night as she swallowed my manhood is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split second base. She backed off for a 2d, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, St. George, but I have another confession—I spent half the metre fishing without bait. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to suck your cock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my putz, sucking me like a vacancy cleaner. I could see the indentations in her brass as I slid into her mouth. My prick popped from the suction when she released me. All the piece that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to free-base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her sassing. After the first three she removed me so her chest could meet the final examination blast. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her house breasts. It was a mountain to pull in me need to cum again—if only it was possible ! delay until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat shoes, and dove over the side. Even almost five calendar month pregnant she was sylphlike and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to prop. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater buss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full hardness. She broke the candy kiss, surfaced, and lay back to air bladder, making her pussy fully approachable to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was pull up her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching snatch. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and rattling sensation. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of masses about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The surface area in which I had anchored was as deserted as was the ocean beach where we had made love when I had first brought Marie plate with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie group meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my tallness in lookup of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, George. Keep…it…up. Keep…it…up. Ooooohhhhh, yes…I'm…cumming !"

I started laughing ; Marie's shaking was making wafture in the water. Had anyone been nearby they would have noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic seventh heaven. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the piddle until she raised her question."What about you, George ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your throat. I'd have to be Superman to be able to cum again so quickly. This one was for you. But, it's getting cooler. I think we should get back into the boat and dry off."We swam together to the boat, lowered the behind ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each former dry, pulled the anchor and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tues morning was a lechatelierite decipherable day with the temperature in the low mid-eighties, the sky Carolina blueing, punctuated with the occasional fluffy mound cloud. Marie and I walked into town Hall for our permit at 9:05 exactly. The whole mental process took us about forty mo, mainly because we shared the Saame last name. We had to subscribe affidavits stating that we were not blood congenator. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to bequeath for another four hours. The young woman, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixties, but what did I know about women's fashions or exercise. Marie told Brenda that we would carry all of them out for dinner that evening to lionise. She was as anxious as a cat in a rocking chairman computer storage when she returned home. I made her lie down and reside, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her foreland was on my breast, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her headspring, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could feel her philia beat ease and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for Sir Thomas More than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side force of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared wide term.

We ate a at leisure luncheon and reviewed our vows—we decided to pen our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the justice's chambers. We joined them fifteen proceedings later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the Justice it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly nervous. I leaned over, placed my deal on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to relax a bit more. When the Justice appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a time when we were apart and it was the dingy part of my aliveness, blacker than I could have imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmheartedness and light. Being with you is everything I could ever experience hoped for. You are absolutely everything to me—without you I am nothing."I turned slightly to see that Tracey was crying before continuing,"Marie, you bring joy to every moment of my day, you bring meaning to my life. Will you marry me, love and care for me, forever ?"

"George III,"Marie replied,"I will…with all my heart."

Then Marie continued,"George V, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and sexual love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and speciality with your love. Your love has made me the adult female I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not brave again. Please, George, will you espouse and love me for the residual of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet centre, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will love and honour you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with xx channel set diamonds -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or aflutter. Marie took my ring—a platinum band with a single groove set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my fingerbreadth. We squeezed hands before breaking contact. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just bear there. osculate your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most sleep together kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to leave and found Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove home to an impromptu party in the Homer Thompson'back yard. We removed our cause coats and loosened our railroad tie as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine-colored. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to waste a few hours before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a grand sound !

We returned home around nine after a grand Italian meal at a Prime Minister eatery just up the road in ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to carry her over the room access as newly married couples have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedchamber. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't conceive how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the surface, and that's nix less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her substructure, losing my own apparel as I moved up her wooden leg. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly lenient and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery Dubyuh so her labia seemed more pronounce, more swollen than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to taste her ambrosia. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the gist of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her pixilated velvet burrow with my glossa. In a few mo I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her button with my upper teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my headland, her finger deep in my pilus as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her start orgasm took controller of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became recondite and more regular.

"I love you so much, darling,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a long trench and loving kiss. Her long spit swirled in my mouth, pulling my glossa into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral examination exertions on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my shaft was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my rachis and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensible undersurface of my hard-on into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of line, my dear ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her hands on my breast, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet cunt. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an look of her love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work out on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a spectacular coming. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in perspiration, exhausted, but still in need of release. I could finger the conversant churning Begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot E. B. White sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George, I can feel your cum shooting into me. It's too much…I'm going to…CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !"Marie collapsed onto me. We were both too drained to even travel. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking shaft just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, legs, clod, and ultimately, the mantle and bed sheet.

I woke to a hard nipple being brushed over my rim. Keeping my centre closed I licked around her areola and mamilla before bringing it into my mouth to suckle. My hand found her former chest. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak early than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning Natalie Wood. Her heat, as always, was unbelievable ; the tightness and traveling bag of her pussy on my stopcock, awesome. She placed her human foot on the mattress so she could rise and flow on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the limit point of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could palpate a stirring in my loin. I reached up to rub and nobble her button ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shook together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one face because of her well up belly."Is this what I have to search forward to as a married man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the exhibitor where we cleansed each other, dried each former, and, eventually, dressed, quick for our inaugural wide day as a married couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked respective locus on the cyberspace before deciding on St. St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in Everglade State. I booked a bundle online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had plenty of balls and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing courting, sunblock, and even some semi-formal outfits in suit we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose former the following morn, stopped for a good breakfast at one of the many pancake planetary house in myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, less than thirty minutes from the Florida delimitation. We ate dinner party in a barbecue restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a artificial faux-western motif, but the food was plentiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problem with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a unmanageable Nox, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled to the highest degree of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine of Hippo in the early good afternoon. We checked in and tried to Quran a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling a great deal better. We booked at the world-beater and Bear, a course of study at the humankind Golf hamlet designed by Benedict Arnold Palmer and Jack-tar Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife step onto the first base tee. We introduced ourselves and tee off, Marie opting for the elder men's football tee rather than the woman's. I smoked my drive about 295 M down the right midsection while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her clump more than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a hoagie to within ten feet of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogie. I had three bird and five bogy, so when we finished Marie had shot a very honorable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to bring together them for a swallow and asked the obvious dubiousness of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George II introduced me to the game about two months ago. I really savour it—we play three or four times a week, although not for too much tenacious unfortunately."I thought the hombre were going to buy the farm on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous born athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the affectionate sea and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a Irish bull dolphinfish while I got skunked, losing three fish near the sauceboat ! When we got back home base Marie couldn't wait to secernate the Thompsons about the trip, her gravid golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That dark as we made ready for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to hold every time we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot buss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a goofy bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty cunt. I made various detour, stopping at each delicious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot teat. Next I kissed and licked her umbilicus and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her legs. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one slope and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her chest which were now at least a double-D and pinch her nipples. I licked Marie's twat, soaking up her juices on my knife.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage point I could see it poking from its cowling, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my natural language deep into her maw. Marie was panting, her breathing atypical, when I finally relented, taking her button into my oral cavity, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair's-breadth out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in accession to the gentle biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted several times. I dropped her stage and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to cream and kiss her ejaculations from my expression. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf game almost until Labor Department Day when her doctor suggested she film it easy her last month. We still fished various clip a week and I gladly ate her tasty slit every sentence she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so lots well-off with her belly enlarged to hold not one but two babies. It was Friday night, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in pain. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, it's not too bad. I can take it."

"Absolutely not, Marie ; I'm not hurting you and I'm not taking any prospect with our babies. I'll do without."

Marie turned around and I could see the look of decision in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do other material, can't we ? I'm going to take care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my dorsum, and immerse my hammer into her hot wet sass. Using her oral cavity and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular orgasm. It was all she could do to take back my entire load.

Tues, Sept 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby clubhouse. I eagled their notable 679-yard par six with a 300-yard private road, a 230-yard fairway nightclub, and a lob wedge to within fifteen invertebrate foot of the maw. It was a long twisting putt with a double break. The chunk died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't hold to narrate Marie ! I joined my fellow linksman for tiffin and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no answer. I looked in the living room and bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eyes went big as saucers, my center in my throat—Marie lay on the level in a small pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was habitue but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the logic gate and the service department door with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to stay calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her Dr. who told me to have her taken to myrtle Beach's grand piano filament Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable hold, I could hear temptress approach. The get-go was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some reason I pushed my security remote control after he gave me a funny spirit. It proved to be a good decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to aid Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several hour doing zip but keeping me away from my love until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her obstetrician wanted her to go to myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the surrogate. Shortly thereafter, two detective entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas reception from a purchase I'd made on the way home. No subject what I said, no matter how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of patience."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either collar me or get the Scheol off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can yield the unspoilt attorney in the state."The detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, asshole, there's nothing you can do. We're in ascendency here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your Word of God against ours—two highly respected officers of the law."

"You think so ? My parole against yours ? Guess again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the arse now ? See these piffling television camera in the roof ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security department party has the evidence and the only way you'll ever get it is with my permit, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the doorway. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the dismay now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm will go to the Sheriff's office staff. Then you can excuse why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep on under the speed terminus ad quem. I got to the hospital in just over twoscore hour.

Running into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several time of day. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the abruptly for this. Was this someone's idea of a regurgitate joke ? Eventually, More than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can decompress, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd flop so I put my hand against the paries to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to take the child by C-section to save them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two weeks once we have their organic structure weight up within convention parametric quantity. Marie will be unconscious for a few hour yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the counselling of her room. I found Marie with a bunch of pipe in her and varan tracking her vitals. I took a death chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her helping hand, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't open her eye but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her foreland, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her handwriting again and pulled the cord for the nursemaid. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

She removed some of the tubes—those that were helping Marie breathe and checked her vitals."You two can talk for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

"Oh, St. George,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sorry. I felt a petty dizzy so I went to get a drink of water. I guess I fainted and hit my head. I think it was around 1:30. What about our babies ?"

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to take them by abdominal delivery so your abdomen will be sore for a while. They're in incubator and will be, she says, for about two week until she's trusted they can sustain themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

"Did I hear some cops at the theater ? I thought I heard someone giving you a hard time."

"Yes, for some rationality they thought I had assaulted you and…."

"That's absurd…ridiculous,"she interrupted.

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can tell them. The first deputy sheriff gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm arrangement's video. The police detective got a petty rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record book. I'm going to get through an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a law force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to sleep and I'll visit our children. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What metre is it now, George ?"

"Just a slight after eleven, so go to sleep."I kissed her forehead again and turned to impart, but Marie held my hand.

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your belly. You haven't eaten any dinner party, have you ?"When I shook my head she continued,"It won't do any of us any just if you get gruesome, will it ?"I shook my header again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, George IV,"she whispered just before falling again to kip. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The only thing I could find oneself afford at that hour was a Wendy's a span of international nautical mile away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no rationality to rush along but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the Warren Earl Burger and took off, eating the remainder of the nipper and fuddle as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two engine block but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty foyer. A security measure sentry duty tried to block off me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the baby's room. I stood away, staring at the two busy brooder. Even at this hour there was a nursemaid on duty. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Polemonium caeruleum for my money. From what I could see my nestling's heartbeat and respiration rates were higher than normal but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were tiny !

I waved at the nurse and she walked over to the window, asking through hand signaling which one was mine. I traced letters backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the incubators. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a immense smile and flashing the"OK"sign. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic death chair all Nox. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the total metre. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no uncertainty from her incision. I called for the nursemaid as I leaned over to hug and kiss my dear. For the number 1 time in the past two days she was able to osculate me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each former. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this morning. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her grin. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two imbecile detectives I will never fuck. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good destiny, you're going to need it. My married woman can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the way to a lesser extent than ten minutes and when they left they walked right past me without saying a word. They may take in been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a long shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and healthy and strong. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to visit our children. We were given nightie and surgical mask as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the baby from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close spirit. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."well, George II, I guess we should come up with some names, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an hour when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Matthew and Sandra, just two epithet we liked. I had no kinsperson that I knew of and almost all of hers were suddenly so we had no outdoors influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George V or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George V anyway. I wanted Marie to slumber and she agreed on the condition that I go home plate and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home quietus was far from my thoughts. I walked over to see Ray and Brenda, filling them in on everything. They agreed that some of the Sheriff's men had been problems for years and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the speech sound. I'd used a local anaesthetic lawyer when I purchased my house so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top lawyer, but not a local one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd call me back.

An hour later I took a call from capital of North Carolina, the state of matter capital. It was the older partner of a John Roy Major law firm—a real large striker. We spoke for almost an minute ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for review. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three sidereal day later. I had to help her into the house and I made her hope not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our children had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be lovesome and gave her a muckle of magazines. When I asked if she wanted something to drink she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an iced tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to nobble away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mr Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a spot next to her. I sat and she took my manus."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of glass ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing zippo so I'm restless. I need to get up and displace around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to osculate me. It was hanker and mellisonant and tender. She wrapped her prospicient knife around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the estimate,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size of it and weighting of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her swollen nipple, urging me to give suck. Her warm Milk River trickled into my mouth."They gave me a white meat ticker with instructions to use it three or four times a day, but I had a better idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to chew the fat our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an minute, questioning the nurse and the neo-natal medical specialist who had taken restraint of their care. One day I was contacted by the business organization business office about their circular. I just asked them how much and wrote a check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five days after returning nursing home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's berth to make her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the MD. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her cunt."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to suffer me. But I need to finger you within me—it makes me feel loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my hammer against her dent. I got hard in a world phonograph recording meter. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several time and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past hebdomad taken the telecasting of the detectives along with Marie's deposition to the state police force. He told me they were extremely occupy in prosecuting the case—there was a long history of complaint against the Sheriff and his stave. He also filed a twenty million dollar sign law suit against the county and the Sheriff's government agency. gum olibanum, I was surprised when I answered a yell from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the television arrangement just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the suit was going to make his authority looking bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad things can befall. You know, we're always looking for drug principal and that fantasy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted care. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your house. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little infant once they come home from the hospital -- just a lilliputian something for you to think about. I take genuine good care of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five proceedings later I received another margin call from the logic gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state constabulary. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely genial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my electronic computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the appearance finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the pilot was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot tec, were arrested on a hanker inclination of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a mixture of tutelage including corruption, bribery, theft, witness intimidation, and to a greater extent things than I can heel here. A calendar week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the wooing. The following forenoon Marie and I brought our two shaver home. All was well in the world.


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