I initially wrote and posted this, the last component of this story, several years 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 report, but it is serious if you like drippy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my tilt of stories. The easygoing way to do that is to penetrate on `` writer 's List '' and then to get through on `` bit of chronicle. '' I 'm about the one-tenth one from the top of the list. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant lover, at the beach on Saturday of commemoration Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in tumid red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty seconds before turning to depend at me. Then she looked back at the standard and when she turned back to me again I was on one human knee in the time-honored proposal mannerism. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like flighty Thomas Kyd on their first particular date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a large group of"golf widows"-women left alone by husbands gone to recreate golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the bunch attracted others in the country and soon we were surrounded by More than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the pee. Being early in the season it was cold by topical anaesthetic standards, but the waves were minuscule due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore duck soup from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how cold the water was, but she never let go of my hand or turned back to shore. When we were pectus deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reception she pulled me in for a hot buss punctuated by an occasional salty invasion from a passing wave. Marie laughed into my sassing the low clip it happened, but she kept her long strong spit wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately discern her hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her hand."I thought coldness water was supposed to puddle it recoil. Why are you so big and unvoiced, 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 yank me off or fuck me here in movement of hundred of people ?"

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

We walked up the beach script 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 tuck our chairs, umbrella, and tank and, with a moving ridge to the group of woman, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hand up the leg of my bathing suit again."I thought you were going to wait until we got home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard putz free. Leaning across the cabinet Marie swallowed me in a individual gulp. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my dig."Mmmm, a little saltier than pattern, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed muscularity and vigor as her brain bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to keep the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good motility as I saw a police car a few hundred grounds behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's sassing would have been the lowest thing I'd motive. I shuddered various metre just before spewing hot cum into her backtalk and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me uninfected, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her seat next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our drive we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their binding thou. The Thompson are great people, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and slim down ; 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 topical anaesthetic high up school. She is the mirror image of her mom, except with slightly larger breast, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or secretive intimate. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's XVI and going into 11th course. consider it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. St. Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the same time. She's about five foundation seven, rail dilute with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest flirt of all, and only in 9th grade. All three girls were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some fantastic St. Pat's party when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a big relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary one-time Sister. Marie gave me a raft on the cheek and pulled me toward their pace."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her deal and ringing. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those sheet pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the young woman ; I could see that they were paying close-fitting attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her cover to show her ring. Now there is no unfit wad than seeing five female jumping up and down in jubilation so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking meter, George, I thought she'd have your unscathed family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my manus with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked expression."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only tangible Friend we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an appointment with the Department of Justice of the ataraxis last week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could suffice Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to need a maid of award. Interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower bath and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our firm. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the exhibitor. In our exhilaration the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a solvent. I held her close, rubbing her peel as we luxuriated in the steamy water. I took the goop, rubbing it over Marie's perfect tense skin. I washed her back and butt cheeks before running my fingers up and down her cleft."This is really authoritative,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the wrong shoes, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be free of any moxie right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm mentation. Use batch of easy lay on my SOB, George I. Then let's wash your cock really well, too."I knew when to survey directions so I soaped up Marie's ticket butt hole then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie stoop over and hold close her ankles."Go ahead, George VI, I'm not going to get around, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my rock concentrated cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my rooster forced its way into her tight wickedness cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her tight sphincter gripped my hammer like vise-like fingerbreadth squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was incredible, so mean the liberal cutis on my pecker remained stationary in the secure circular muscle, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."shtup me, George VI. Fuck me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So intention was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and pinch her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her surd hot little button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two fingers into her cunt in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only understanding I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful blowjob to a lesser extent than an hr ago. I felt her ass Menachem Begin to spasm as her kitty clenched around my fingers ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's consistence was going through a serial 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 collapse as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to go forward. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my turncock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."hoot, George, that was some incredible climax,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My stopcock had softened at last and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my pegleg. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every division of her luscious physical structure, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should cause been back at the Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her break hair into a ponytail as we walked out the room access.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the daughter all wanted more detail on the proposal of marriage. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the duration of our shower."Geez, xlv minutes for two showers—you must have some hot body of water hummer,"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 outdone I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one cascade, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to pass his own conclusions.

It was almost prison term for dinner so we all had to give Ray our fiat ; the adult all had burgers, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed Green River salad, some homemade potato salad, and slaw. We enjoyed the food and the caller and the conversation. It was amusing to heed to the girls fantasize about our forthcoming nuptials ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our goodby shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only negative came just after dinner party when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her humor continued at habitation as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my go out face with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touch of Marie's peel and experiencing it from head to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in muteness for almost thirty minutes when I heard the bleak susurration,"Are you awake, St. George ?"

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

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

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her right leg over mine, placing it behind my body."That must be crucial. 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 worry, ducky, I can multitask—fucking you with my prick and listening with my ears."I made my initial thrust, driving almost six inches into her silky pussy.

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

"OK, I promise to keep perfectly still."This was a promise I knew was out of the question to keep.

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

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

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

"It was well-situated, Marie. Wanton fair sex use sex all the time—not only at home, but at study, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at body of work, did you ?"Marie shook her headspring and sniffed ; I could just progress to 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 real me is unsure, spiritless, and shy."I took her head teacher in my custody as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so good. I love when you fuck me."

"OK, Marie, I'm going to answer you and then I never want to hear this fatuity again. Have you been fainthearted with me ?"

"Umm…no, George V. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"have you been meek or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does sense wondrous, but to uphold -- why are people meek, shy, or shy, Marie ?"

"I am because I'm afraid. That's why I hardly ever dated, and why I never had a actual 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 hope me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a petty fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the intact time. There was no reason to recount 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 significant 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 chance you'd become significant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might suffer been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to fox me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the conclusion to come in back and I haven't regretted that for even a 2nd. I had a suspicion you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't postponement to marry 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 reverse cowgirl on my cock. Planting her substructure on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my cock in her tight burrow. Faster and faster she forced my dick into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to aid her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her button with my fingers. I couldn't curb back and neither could she. Our word had been a purgation for her, lifting a weightiness, even though it was an complex number one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrust ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every push I made.

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

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

"Marie, I'm the lucky one here. On a plate of one to ten you have to be at to the lowest degree a XV. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and more incredibly, you actually love me. Let's face it—on that same scale of measurement I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my bend to call on the carpet. There's much more to a somebody than undecomposed flavour, although in my opinion you're far more than adequate in that section. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the stake of preserving our relationship I will give that we're both very lucky. Now let me make clean your cock for you then we'll get some eternal rest. Marie pushed me onto my back to lick my shaft clean and jerk. Her foresightful tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another effect, too. Every time her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just have out the gleam in her violet eyes."George, just smell 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, painful someone, Marie Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll finish all this horrible shtup and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George IV, I'm never going to stop piece of ass you. You'd better get into the substance abuse of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may lie with you then, too."She rubbed my cock up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"Saint George, I'll never tire of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my pussy rampart. You make my wholly organic structure tingle—and then it gets so a lot better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erecting felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was intense as she moved us to common heaven. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our bodies were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes 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 centre were glassy. I'd never seen a char fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a manly dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a powerful coming that shook her body like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her response was all it took for me to cum my fourth clip 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 sensory as I poured what seemed like a gal of cum up into her wonderful pussy only to let it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my bureau I held her close, smothering her face in stamp kisses.

Several hour later we had recovered enough to swag arm-in-arm to the shower where we cleaned each former 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 cover, and climbed in to accrue asleep in seconds, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following morning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a prospicient tongue-laden osculation which I welcomed despite my dayspring breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen door porch for a Continental breakfast of juice, coffee tree, side muffin, butter and jam. We sat there nude, enjoying the affectionate weather condition and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robes and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen door. She gave us a knowing tone but tactfully said nada, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned finis night. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a minuscule off last night—the excitation of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed final stage night and took real number dear care of me so I got a cracking Nox's sleep and I feel fantastic today. In fact, I was going to ask George VI to get hold of me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go sportfishing, St. George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the lunar time period. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best meter for that would get two hr before high lunar time period and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the intake so we had plenty of time to organize. I suggested we leave the bob around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was check the minnow traps at the end of the dock. We threw on underdrawers and jersey and walked down the dock. I had two traps here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( flue for you from the northeastward ). I found several dozen healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the household. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the backrest of my head, pulling me into a long tender and loving kiss. She broke the buss several moment later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another long wondrous kiss.

We returned to the star sign later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our perch and tackle. I put a sinker and crotchet on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more bloodline in the water the unspoiled our hazard of actually catching something, although we'd have a good time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy holder, checked the gas, made sure the drain hoopla was in station, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the go fountainhead with five gallon of water. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the piss just as Marie arrived with our cooler with deglutition and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an impulse we returned to the household for our swim suits—just in example the fishing was really dense. We left for the inlet only XV minutes behind schedule.

The conditions conditions were almost ideal—low but logical nothingness. There were a lot of boats in the field, but about of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our initiatory trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our first movement. I used my depth finder to keep track of the stern, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your come-on in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and bigger fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a section in her hazard. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for less than five hour when she got the first strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod crimp 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 land seemed to be stealing the sweetener of pitiful fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the come-on free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the water. I re-baited Marie's hook shot ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

"OK, I have to intromit that was pretty funny story,"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 stakes ?"

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

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

"OK, to a greater extent keepers and winner gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I recede ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal off it with a long hot osculation. I broke it a import later to oppose to a solid strike on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the claw before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag on several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more time I pulled in a adept sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a collation between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a hard work stoppage. She played the fish for almost ten moment before bringing it to the boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty lbf. bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the loss leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George V, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud Phoxinus phoxinus, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight metrical unit of water on the shelter face of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some jam, and two commode of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to set her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the body of water always gave me a great appetency, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck of cards."clock time for my dessert and your payoff. beneficial sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every New York minute in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye tangency every second. Her reddish blue oculus shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my manhood is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split second. She backed off for a secondly, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without come-on. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to suck your cock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the unresolved, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to puzzle out on me ! She inhaled my shaft, sucking me like a vacuity cleaner. I could see the indentations in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the patch that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to found. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her rima oris. After the low gear three she removed me so her chest could receive the final blasts. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her business firm breasts. It was a mint to attain me need to cum again—if only it was possible ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her gravy boat shoes, and plunge over the face. Even almost five calendar month significant she was lissom and gymnastic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to link her. I dove in, catching her half-way to land. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an subaqueous kiss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her suit aside, probing her slit with my digit while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full severeness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to air bladder, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging erection. All I had to do was pull her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching pussy. Her lightness in the water supply made for some new and wondrous sensation. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of people about but they were all on the inlet English of the island. The 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 home with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my peak in search 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 moving ridge in the piddle. Had anyone been nearby they would experience noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic walking on air. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the pee until she raised her top dog."What about you, George ? I want you to cum, you know."

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


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday break of day was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the periodic fluffy cumulation cloud. Marie and I walked into townsfolk Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The all outgrowth took us about 40 minutes, mainly because we shared the same last public figure. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood congenator. We returned home elated. Marie went succeeding door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost fix even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with crimper in their tomentum. I thought that went out in the 60, but what did I know about charwoman's fashions or praxis. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as anxious as a cat in a rocking professorship store when she returned home. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my cover and pulled Marie to me. Her head was on my chest, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my second joint. I kissed her promontory, inhaling the fragrancy of her tomentum as I massaged her neck. I could palpate her heart beat ease and soon it was back to formula. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a incline event of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared full moon term.

We ate a leisurely lunch and reviewed our vows—we decided to write our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the Justice's Sir William Chambers. We joined them fifteen instant 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 hand on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to unwind a bit more. When the justness 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 colored voice of my life story, blacker than I could have imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmth and igniter. Being with you is everything I could ever have 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 treasure me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George V, I used to be a shy computer mouse, afraid of my own phantasm, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and speciality with your love. Your love has made me the woman I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not endure again. Please, George I, will you conjoin and love me for the rest of my lifetime ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet centre, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will lie with and observe you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with 20 duct set diamonds -- on her finger's breadth. Neither of us was shaking or aflutter. Marie took my ring—a platinum band with a single channel set rhombus -- and without breaking our eye middleman placed it on my finger. We squeezed hired hand before breaking liaison. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just tolerate there. kiss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most hump kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice Department said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to get out and found Tracey bawling like a babe. 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 Thompsons'back yard. We removed our suit coating and loosened our sleeper as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine. Marie politely declined any alcoholic drink because of her gestation. It was a pleasant way to languish a few hours before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful auditory sensation !

We returned nursing home around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a premier restaurant just up the road in sea isle. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to bear 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 bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't trust how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the surface, and that's nothing lupus erythematosus than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her feet, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thigh were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her sonant feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more swell than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking snatch succus at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to try out her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the meat of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue have it off her while I stimulated her clit with my upper tooth and fingers. Marie gripped my head, her fingers deep in my pilus as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first climax took control of her. She trembled and shook as her soundbox was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deeper 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 deep and loving buss. Her recollective tongue swirled in my mouth, pulling my glossa into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral elbow grease on her hot bitch, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my shaft was throbbing with every pulse. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my plight Marie pushed me onto my spinal column and straddled my pelvis. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the tender underside of my hard-on into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of trend, my love ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me ferment for you."She placed her hired man on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet cunt. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clitoris into me and to buss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an formulation of her dearest and lustfulness. Breaking the candy kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard tool as she drove us to a outstanding climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in travail, exhausted, but still in need of release. I could experience the familiar churning Begin in my globe."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gal of hot ovalbumin sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George I, 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 displace. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, wooden leg, glob, and ultimately, the blanket and flat solid.

I woke to a difficult mamilla being brushed over my lips. Keeping my middle closed I licked around her areola and nipple before bringing it into my mouth to suckle. My manus found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning wood. Her heat, as always, was incredible ; the compactness and grip of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could uprise and diminish on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the demarcation line of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could find a stirring in my loins. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, didder together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one side because of her tumefy belly."Is this what I have to look forward to as a marital man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the exhibitioner where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our first full 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 slip. We checked several locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent about of the day getting cook. I checked our golf cup of tea, made sure we had great deal of balls and baseball glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suits, sunscreen, and even some black-tie outfits in case we had the opportunity to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose ahead of time the following morn, stopped for a safe breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in Vinca minor Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, less than thirty minutes from the Florida boundary line. We ate dinner party in a barbecue restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a sentimental faux-western theme, but the food was plentiful and cheap. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problems with pyrosis as it was.

Marie had a hard nighttime, waking often to use the john, so I handled most of the driving the followers day as we arrived in St. Saint Augustine in the betimes good afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from GA and was feeling much upright. We booked at the mogul and Bear, a course at the World golf Village designed by Arnold Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife step onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the senior men's golf tee rather than the women's. I smoked my driving force about 295 M down the mighty eye while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her lump more than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten animal foot of the yap and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogies. I had three birdies and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very healthy 80 ; I had a 74, only two shot over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to link them for a drink and asked the obvious enquiry of Marie—"You have a great secret plan, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George V introduced me to the plot about two months ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four times a calendar week, although not for too a lot longer unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous instinctive athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was bully to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a strapper mahimahi while I got skunked, losing three fish near the gravy boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't hold to evidence the Benjamin Thompson about the trip, her keen golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That nighttime 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 obtain 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 osculation. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty bitch. I made several detour, stopping at each yummy breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot tit. succeeding I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen belly before moving between her leg. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my spit to her labia, licking up one side and down the former. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her breasts which were now at least a double-D and touch her pap. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her succus on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my advantage point I could see it poking from its hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue get it on Marie, ramming my glossa deep into her jam. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clitoris into my lip, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my straits, almost pulling my tomentum 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 clock time. I dropped her wooden leg and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual travail, but, instead, she began to lick and buss her ejaculations from my typeface. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to wager golf almost until Labor Day when her medico suggested she take away it easy her final month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every time she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until lying-in Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggy almost exclusively now—it was just so lots easier with her belly enlarged to hold not one but two baby. 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 hazard with our babies. I'll do without."

Marie turned around and I could see the looking of purpose in her case,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do other hooey, 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 backrest, and absorb my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouthpiece and spit she fucked me to a spectacular sexual climax. It was all she could do to swallow my entire shipment.

Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby cabaret. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard movement, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge to within XV feet of the hole. It was a long spin putt with a double severance. The ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't time lag to tell Marie ! I joined my gent golf player for lunch and a few beers before driving plate. 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 bedchamber for her before checking the way we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My optic went big as dish aerial, my nitty-gritty in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a lowly syndicate of pedigree."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but light. I grabbed the telephone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage door with my remote. I sat on the flooring to cradle Marie's promontory in my lap. The emergency operator took my entropy as I tried unsuccessfully to persist tranquillize.

After breaking the connectedness I phoned her doc who told me to have her taken to Myrtle Beach's M Strand hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear sirens access. The first-class honours degree was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a rummy tone. It proved to be a good determination. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minute doing nix but keeping me away from my love until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her accoucheur wanted her to go to Vinca minor Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the lieutenant. Shortly thereafter, two investigator entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro workshop receipt and a gas reception from a purchase I'd made on the way habitation. No matter what I said, no issue 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 get me or get the hell off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can open the best lawyer in the state."The investigator's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, prick, there's nix you can do. We're in mastery here, not you. Who would think you, anyway ? It would just be your Christian Bible against ours—two highly value officers of the law."

"You think so ? My Bible against yours ? Guess again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the asshole now ? See these piddling cameras in the cap ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to barricade me. My security company has the evidence and the only way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the door. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm system will go to the Sheriff's agency. Then you can explain why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the stop number terminus ad quem. I got to the infirmary in just over xl bit.

Running into the emergency way 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 respective 60 minutes. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the abruptly for this. Was this someone's idea of a queasy joke ? Eventually, more than than two minute later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my mitt against the wall to brace myself."Marie,"the physician continued,"is in way 227. She's going to be OK. I had to aim the babies by C-section to spare them as well as your wife. They're in brooder but they're healthy and should be out in about two calendar week once we have their body weight up within normal parameter. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may need to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, Doctor of the Church, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her room. I found Marie with a clump of tube-shaped structure in her and monitors tracking her vital organ. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her paw, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't afford her center but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her center, turned her drumhead, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the electric cord for the nurse. 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 blab for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

"Oh, George,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sorry. I felt a little dizzy so I went to get a drink of piddle. 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 C-section so your venter will be sore for a while. They're in incubator and will be, she says, for about two hebdomad until she's sure they can nourish themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can differentiate them. The first deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the dismay organization's video. The detective got a lilliputian rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. changeling like that don't belong on a police effect. 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 clock time is it now, George V ?"

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

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


CHAPTER 19

The only affair I could find clear at that hr was a Wendy's a couple of Swedish mile away. I ordered at the driveway through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't aid myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the Warren Earl Burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and drink in as I drove. The traffic was light at that 60 minutes but I stayed under the limitation all the way. It was only LXX two closure but it seemed an timelessness. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty antechamber. A security guard tried to quit me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this hour there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's instant and respiration charge per unit were higher than convention but unconstipated. 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 mitt sign which one was mine. I traced missive backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the incubator. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a huge smile and flashing the"OK"preindication. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic electric chair all night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire clock time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubt from her scratch. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and kiss my erotic love. For the first-class honours degree fourth dimension in the yesteryear two days she was able-bodied to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this sunrise. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two half-wit investigator I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good luck, you're going to need it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

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

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and healthy and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to confabulate our baby. We were given gowns and surgical mask as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the baby from the incubator, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were petite !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."fountainhead, George VI, I guess we should come up with some names, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an hr when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Gospel According to Matthew and Sandra, just two names we liked. I had no home that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no out-of-door influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either Saint George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the shape that I go habitation and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home nap 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 theater I headed straight for the phone. I'd used a local anesthetic lawyer when I purchased my house so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top attorney, but not a topical anaesthetic one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd margin call me back.

An minute later I took a phone call from Raleigh, the province capital. It was the senior collaborator of a Major law firm—a very grave hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for inspection. Several Clarence Day 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 24-hour interval later. I had to help her into the house and I made her hope not to tense herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our tike had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the sofa, brought her a pocket-sized blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a mickle 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 sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a berth side by side to her. I sat and she took my script."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of glass ; I'm not going to weaken. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and move around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to buss me. It was long and sweet and pinnace. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my buttock as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weighting of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my promontory down to her conceited nipple, urging me to breastfeed. Her warm up milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a breast pump with teaching to use it three or four clip a day, but I had a comfortably idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to confab our babe every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nanny and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control condition of their forethought. One day I was contacted by the business office about their note. 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.

5 Clarence Day after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's post to accept her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the doctor. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my pecker toward her pussycat."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 class, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to feel you within me—it makes me sense 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 dick against her slit. I got hard in a humanity platter time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY hush ;"I just moved a bantam bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for trusted she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past week taken the video of the detective along with Marie's deposition to the state police. He told me they were extremely worry in prosecuting the case—there was a long history of complaints against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty dollar bill million dollar law suit against the county and the Sheriff's power. thus, I was surprised when I answered a outcry from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the TV scheme just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the lawsuit was going to stimulate his bureau look bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad things can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug principal and that illusion car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attending. It could get so bad that you'll never want to pull up stakes your house. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two minuscule baby once they come family from the hospital -- just a little something for you to recollect about. I take actual good care of my male child and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another call from the logic gate. He identified himself as a deputy from the state police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the cause and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computing device. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the show finished. I gave him a transcript DVD, telling him the archetype was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two moron detectives, were arrested on a long list of boot. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a variety of charge including corruption, graft, theft, find intimidation, and more thing than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The following morning Marie and I brought our two fry dwelling. All was well in the world.


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