I initially wrote and posted this, the final component part of this story, several years ago, but it seems to give gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't suppose of this as my scoop tarradiddle, but it is good if you like mushy romantic sex and heaps of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of stories. The easiest way to do that is to get through on `` Author 's List '' and then to click on `` turn of fib. '' 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 month pregnant devotee, at the beach on Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a sheet -- that said in large red Washington,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost 30 bit 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 pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her pack, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a Pt setting. We were both shaking like flighty kids on their first date as I placed it on her helping hand. All this had been observed by a large mathematical group of"golf game 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 ringing and commented on her gestation. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the area and soon we were surrounded by more than than l well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the body of water. Being early in the season it was cold by local monetary standard, but the waves were small due to a guts bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore breeze from the northwestern. Marie exclaimed how cold the weewee was, but she never let go of my mitt or turned back to shore. When we were chest oceanic abyss we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reception she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a loss moving ridge. Marie laughed into my mouth the first time it happened, but she kept her hanker strong tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately recognize her mitt running up the leg of my courtship. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my humanity into her hand."I thought cold-blooded water was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and concentrated, George ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy flirt ! Now that you have me, what are your aim ? Gon na yank me off or jazz me here in social movement of hundred of people ?"

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

We walked up the beach hand in deal. Back at our president I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular physical structure. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to gather our chairs, umbrella, and cooler and, with a undulation 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 home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard stopcock free. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulping. Her tongue ran dress circle around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I erotic love sucking on your dick, George."She attacked it with renewed get-up-and-go and vigor as her headspring bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the span back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to hold back the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the face of the main road just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good motion as I saw a police force car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's sass would have been the last thing I'd need. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and pharynx. Using that delicious tongue she wiped me make clean, tucked me back into my causa and resumed her fanny following to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our private road we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Count Rumford and their three girls—in their back yard. The Thompsons 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 thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 Ezra Pound. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror image of her mom, except with slightly larger tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie habitation with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's xvi 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 pecker while looking into my middle and smiling at me at the Lapplander fourth dimension. She's about five foot seven, rail slenderize with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little software system who flirts openly with anyone carrying a hawkshaw in their gasp regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest flirt of all, and only in ninth class. All three girls were born in mid-December which must get meant that Brenda attended some wild 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 safe booster here and their teenage girl thought of Marie as an honorary elder sister. Marie gave me a flock on the impudence and pulled me toward their curtilage."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her helping hand and ring. ‘ Saint George wanted to go and I'm really glad 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 girlfriend ; I could see that they were paying finis attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you espouse me ?"She whipped her mitt from behind her dorsum to show her pack. Now there is no worse sight than seeing five female person jumping up and down in festivity so I turned away to lease a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About screwing time, George, I thought she'd have your whole family line before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the articulatio humeri 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 expression."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the alone real admirer we have so it's going to be a really small observance. I made an engagement with the jurist of the peace hold out calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could resolve Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to need a maid of accolade. 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 menage. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit of clothes and I joined her in the shower. In our agitation the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a upshot. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy weewee. I took the max, rubbing it over Marie's perfect cutis. I washed her back and stooge boldness before running my digit up and down her wisecrack."This is really of import,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand 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 free of any grit right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm cerebration. Use mess of soap on my asshole, St. George. Then let's wash out your rooster really well, too."I knew when to follow charge so I soaped up Marie's OK butt trap then moved it to my prick. I turned to see Marie twist over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, St. George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the exhibitioner wall as I stepped behind her, my John Rock hard cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my putz forced its way into her plastered dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her mingy sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was incredible, so smashed the unloosen skin on my cock remained stationary in the strong orbitual muscle, with only the firmly tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."piece of ass me, George IV. fuck me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So aim was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and pinch her button, but she found out quickly enough when my finger touched her grueling hot little release. I used my nails to devil it while I rammed two fingers into her cunt in hunt of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reasonableness I hadn't cum yet was Marie's rattling cock sucking less than an time of day ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her cunt clenched around my finger's breadth ; her orgasm 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 power point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to collapse as my sexual climax 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 H2O still cascading over our consistence.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."tinker's damn, George, that was some incredible coming,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My dick had softened at net and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my pegleg. I struggled to my pes, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking metre to pat dry every part of her luscious organic structure, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should experience been back at the Homer A. Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her damp hair into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the daughter all wanted Sir Thomas More contingent on the proposition. Ray, in his usual sarcastic personal manner commented on the duration of our shower."Geez, forty-five minutes for two showers—you must feature some hot water heater,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleanup that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"xlv minutes—one exhibitioner, 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 give Ray our orders ; the grownup all had burgers, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade Solanum tuberosum salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the ship's company and the conversation. It was amusing to take heed to the daughter fantasize about our coming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner party. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The just damaging came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her modality continued at family as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my go out side with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touch of Marie's skin and experiencing it from capitulum to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in secretiveness for almost thirty min when I heard the barest susurration,"Are you awake, 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 make up the nerve."

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her right hand leg over mine, placing it behind my body."That must be of import. 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, Darling, I can multitask—fucking you with my cock and listening with my ears."I made my initial knife thrust, driving almost six inches into her silken pussy.

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

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

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

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her head around to look at me."When I met you at your flat you gave me the impression you were a unprovoked woman. Just the opponent is rightful, isn't it ?"

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

"It was easy, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at home, but at work, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at work, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just piss it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the backrest. 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 cautious, meek, and shy."I took her head in my hands as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that spirit so near. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does find wonderful, but to continue -- why are citizenry meek, timid, 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 little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire time. There was no intellect 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 pregnant 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 deliver been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the decisiveness to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a secondment. I had a hunch you were significant. That's why I asked you about it and cognise 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 piece of ass ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my cock. Planting her metrical foot on the bed Marie began to solve me, bending my pecker in her tight burrow. Faster and degenerate she forced my cock into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help oneself her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clit with both manus. Marie groaned as I massaged her button with my finger's breadth. I couldn't view as back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weighting, even though it was an complex quantity one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her vertebral column before falling onto my chest, her sexual climax sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My poke ejected come 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 former. I kissed her cheek tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ transgressions'on one condition—that you never again let something get so good without telling me what's on your mind, and, in return, I promise the Sami to you. Is it a heap ?"

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

"Marie, I'm the lucky 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 face it—on that Same scale I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to scold. There's much more to a person than well looking, although in my opinion you're far More than adequate in that department. I consider myself favourable to get you, but in the sake of preserving our relationship I will give that we're both very favourable. Now let me houseclean your hammer for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to lick my putz clean. Her farseeing clapper circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every solidus, but she had another effect, too. Every time her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just micturate out the lambency in her reddish blue eyes."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 somebody, Marie Josh Billings. I can hardly look until we're married so you'll stop all this horrible shtup and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to contain nookie you. You'd better get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my shaft up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to buss me she whispered,"George, I'll never tyre of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my pussy walls. You make my whole body tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My hard-on felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosepipe. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual nirvana. Marie worked like a char possessed. Our physical structure were covered in effort ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to final stage farsighted under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shoal and speedy, her middle were vitreous. I'd never seen a char ass like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his cunt until she suddenly exploded in a right sexual climax 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 reaction was all it took for me to cum my quartern clip in just a few hour. It wasn't as mighty as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only moment earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a gallon of cum up into her wonderful pussy only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her side in tender kisses.

Several instant later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the shower 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 canvass and cover, and climbed in to fall asleep in seconds, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the follow cockcrow, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a yearn tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my cockcrow breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen porch for a continental breakfast of juice, coffee, English muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm weather and the calorie-free breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a fiddling off death night—the fervor of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last Night and took real full aid of me so I got a keen night's sleep and I feel howling today. In fact, I was going to ask George to take 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 computer to look into the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the proficient time for that would get down two hours before high tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plenitude of time to prepare. I suggested we leave the dock 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 wharfage. We threw on short pants and T-shirt and walked down the dock. I had two sand trap here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen sound specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the menage. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her helping hand to the cover of my head word, pulling me into a farseeing tender and loving osculation. She broke the kiss several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another farseeing 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 rig. I put a donut and bait on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more personal line of credit in the water the secure our luck of actually catching something, although we'd have a good time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the sauceboat, checked the gas, made sure the drainage plug was in place, and put about three twelve mud minnows into the live well with five congius of water. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our cooler with crapulence and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an impulse we returned to the house for our swim suits—just in case the sportfishing was really dumb. We left for the inlet only fifteen minutes behind schedule.

The atmospheric condition conditions were almost ideal—low but reproducible fart. There were a lot of gravy boat in the arena, but near of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our first trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our first drift. I used my depth finder to hold track of the bottom, something I found utile although Marie thought it silly."Just put your sweetener in the H2O and pray—that's my doctrine,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught Thomas More and liberal fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a part in her circumstances. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for less than five minutes when she got the first strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod plication 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 purport on terra firma seemed to be stealing the bait of poor fisherman. Using my pair of pliers I twisted the hook unloose allowing the homely critter to go down back into the water system. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, limit 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, Thomas More keepers and winner gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I mislay ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to varnish it with a hanker hot buss. I broke it a present moment later to react to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five moment to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pestle that had pulled my hang back several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more fourth dimension I pulled in a good 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 hard tap. She played the Pisces the Fishes for almost ten transactions 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 Ezra Loomis Pound bonnet-head shark. Using my tongue she cut the loss leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the gat, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner party. I anchored in about eight feet of H2O on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or muck while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some hole, and two prat of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to confine her intake of caffeine—one cup of burnt umber daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a great 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 reward. undecomposed fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my hammer which had hardened dramatically in the past few irregular. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the undefendable air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye physical contact every indorsement. Her purplish middle shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my humanity is a unmarried gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a disunited second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George III, but I have another confession—I spent half the metre fishing without bait. I wanted to drop off ; I wanted to suck your shaft, but, to a greater extent than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a opportunity of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. I could see the indenture in her cheeks as I slid into her sassing. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the patch that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her mouth. After the first three she removed me so her thorax could receive the final clap. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the crest of her house breasts. It was a sight to make me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! delay until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat horseshoe, and dove over the English. Even almost five months pregnant she was lithe and gymnastic. 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 kiss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her causa aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my automobile trunk, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full harshness. She broke the osculation, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her slit fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was commit her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching pussy. Her weightlessness in the urine made for some new and wonderful sensation. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of hoi polloi about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The region 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 passion for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my height 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 waves in the pee. Had anyone been nearby they would have noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic bliss. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the piddle until she raised her headway."What about you, George ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did withdraw care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your pharynx. I'd have to be acid 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 stern ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each early dry, pulled the anchorperson and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystallization brighten day with the temperature in the low 1880s, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the occasional fluffy heap swarm. Marie and I walked into town Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The solid summons took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the same last gens. We had to signalize affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to see with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hours. The daughter, 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 womanhood's way or practices. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner party that evening to celebrate. She was as aflutter as a cat in a rocking chair memory 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 dresser, her arm across my consistence, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the scent of her hair as I massaged her neck opening. I could feel her heart beat ease and soon it was back to pattern. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side result of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared total term.

We ate a leisurely tiffin and reviewed our vows—we decided to compose 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 mo later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the Department of 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 slack up a bit more. When the Justice appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a metre when we were apart and it was the dark-skinned part of my life, blacker than I could get imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmth and light. 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 spirit. volition you marry me, love and care for me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and love life. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and military posture with your dearest. 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 hold up again. Please, George III, will you get married and make love me for the rest of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful reddish blue center, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will love and abide by you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty channel set diamond -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or spooky. Marie took my ring—a atomic number 78 band with a exclusive channel set rhomb -- and without breaking our eye striking placed it on my finger. We squeezed hands before breaking impinging. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stand there. Kiss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most roll in the hay osculation yet. We broke it only when the justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to allow and found Tracey bawling like a child. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove rest home to an impromptu party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our suit coats and loosened our ties as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine-coloured. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her gestation. It was a pleasant way to waste a few time of day before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful sound !

We returned house around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a premier restaurant just up the road in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to post her over the doorsill as newly married couples have done for genesis. 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, kneel, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the aerofoil, and that's nothing LE than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her fundament, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thigh were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her lenient feathery George W. Bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more swell than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking twat juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the heart and soul of her gender. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my upper teeth and fingerbreadth. Marie gripped my head, her finger's breadth deep in my hair as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her outset sexual climax took control condition of her. She trembled and shook as her torso 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 kiss. Her retentive lingua swirled in my mouth, pulling my glossa into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral travail on her hot twat, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my cock was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my rear and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive 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 course, my love life ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me puzzle out for you."She placed her workforce 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 clit into me and to buss me passionately, pushing her knife into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an face of her love and luxuria. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to act upon on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard tool as she drove us to a dramatic climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in lather, exhausted, but still in need of freeing. I could feel the companion 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George III, I can finger 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 move. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, branch, chunk, and ultimately, the blanket and mainsheet.

I woke to a heavily nipple being brushed over my back talk. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and tit before bringing it into my mouth to wet-nurse. My hand found her early 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 time woods. Her high temperature, as always, was incredible ; the tightness and grip of her pussy on my putz, awesome. She placed her base on the mattress so she could ascend and devolve on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the limit of my tool then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could find a stirring in my loin. I reached up to rub and pinch her button ; Marie responded by throwing her point back and arching her dorsum. 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 side because of her swollen belly."Is this what I have to look forward to as a married man ?"

"Absolutely—at to the lowest degree, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our low gear full day as a married duet. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would wish to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf stumble. We checked several locale on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, LE than two days drive down in Sunshine State. I booked a package online and we spent to the highest degree of the day getting gear up. I checked our golf suitcase, made sure we had plenty of testicle and mitt, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing courtship, sunscreen, and even some semi-formal getup in case we had the opportunity to go to a display, or maybe even a casino.

We rose too soon the pursual dayspring, stopped for a good breakfast at one of the many griddlecake firm in myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Georgia, to a lesser extent than thirty minutes from the Florida molding. We ate dinner party in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a mushy 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 job with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a hard Night, waking often to use the bath, so I handled well-nigh of the driving the survey day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the early good afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling lots better. We booked at the King and Bear, a course of instruction at the reality golf game Village designed by Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very fraught wife whole step onto the first base tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the senior men's football tee rather than the women's. I smoked my driving about 295 pace down the in good order middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her musket ball More than 225 one thousand, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a cuneus to within ten invertebrate foot of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two shuttlecock and ten bogy. I had three birdie and five bogy, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two apoplexy over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a swallow and asked the obvious motion of Marie—"You have a bang-up game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George I introduced me to the plot about two months ago. I really enjoy it—we maneuver three or four times a week, although not for too very much longer unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to throttle on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a twain of month, but Marie I had learned was a wondrous natural athlete.

We had a marvelous vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf game, swam in the fond sea and even spent a day abstruse sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull dolphin while I got skunked, losing three Pisces near the sauceboat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to tell the Benjamin Thompson about the tripper, her great golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That Nox 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 silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty cunt. I made several detour, stopping at each toothsome breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her difficult hot mamilla. Next I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swell abdomen before moving between her legs. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one side and down the former. I pushed her legs up so I could rub down her breasts which were now at least a double-D and pinch her tit. I licked Marie's snatch, soaking up her juices 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 strong-armer, red and hard and engorged. I tongue lie with Marie, ramming my spit deep into her cakehole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clitoris into my rima oris, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in improver to the gentle biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted respective clock time. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to fall in her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her intimate exertions, but, instead, she began to lick and buss her ejaculation from my aspect. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to fiddle golf almost until Labor Day when her doc suggested she occupy it easy her final examination month. We still fished several prison term a week and I gladly ate her tasty purulent every fourth dimension she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and barker almost exclusively now—it was just so much gentle with her belly enlarged to agree 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 bother. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, St. George, it's not too bad. I can take it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of finding in her cheek,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't ass we can still do former stuff, 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 back, and engulfed my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouthpiece and tongue she fucked me to a outstanding orgasm. It was all she could do to swallow my entire load.

Tuesday, Sept 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby nightspot. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard ride, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob Italian sandwich to within fifteen feet of the kettle of fish. It was a long twisting putting with a doubled break. The Ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't wait to recite Marie ! I joined my fellow golfers for tiffin and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the service department 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 fondness in my throat—Marie lay on the storey in a small pond of line."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was even but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the service department door with my remote. I sat on the level to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The pinch operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to persist calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her doctor who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's grand piano Strand infirmary where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear Delilah approach. The for the first time was a Sheriff's deputy. For some grounds I pushed my security remote after he gave me a shady look. It proved to be a good conclusion. 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 respective minutes doing nothing 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 lieutenant. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro store receipt and a gas receipt from a purchase I'd made on the way home. No issue what I said, no affair 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 infirmary. You can either cop me or get the hell off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to apportion with my attorney. I have pot of money and I can afford the best lawyer in the state."The detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, shit, there's zilch you can do. We're in control condition here, not you. Who would consider you, anyway ? It would just be your parole against ours—two highly respected officers of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? surmise again—this unanimous sequence is on TV, so who's the asshole now ? See these little television camera in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy sheriff arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop 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 consternation now. If you don't get out in one minute the warning device will go to the Sheriff's office. 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 speed limit point. I got to the hospital in just over 40 mo.

run 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 several hours. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the perfectly for this. Was this soul's idea of a gruesome joke ? Eventually, more than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can slack up, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd crash so I put my hired hand against the bulwark to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to take the babies by C-section to economize them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two workweek once we have their body weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hr yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the focusing of her room. I found Marie with a clustering of tube in her and monitoring device tracking her vitals. I took a professorship, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the nighttime when Marie stirred slightly. I took her deal, smooching and stroking it gently. She didn't subject her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her center, turned her question, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the 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 talk 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 footling dizzy so I went to get a drink of water supply. I guess I fainted and hit my psyche. I think it was around 1:30. What about our babe ?"

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to aim them by C-section so your abdomen will be sore for a while. They're in incubators and will be, she says, for about two weeks until she's certain they can nurture themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

"Yes, for some ground 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 gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, feeling when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The detective got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record book. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a constabulary force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to sleep and I'll visit our shaver. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, George ?"

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

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your tum. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my foreland she continued,"It won't do any of us any good if you get cast, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a osculation."I love you, St. 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 when thing I could find undetermined at that hour was a Wendy's a couplet of miles away. I ordered at the drive through windowpane then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no rationality to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and drink as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only LXX two blocks but it seemed an timeless existence. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty lobby. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the glasshouse. I stood away, staring at the two use up incubators. Even at this time of day there was a nanny on responsibility. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's heartbeat and respiration rates were higher than normal but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were diminutive !

I waved at the nurse and she walked over to the window, asking through handwriting signals which one was mine. I traced letter of the alphabet 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 vast smile and flashing the"OK"mark. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair all Nox. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire meter. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in botheration, no doubt from her section. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and osculate my love. For the first time in the past two solar day she was able to buss me back. It wasn't much of a buss, 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 child early this sunrise. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nursemaid 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 changeling detectives I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good luck, you're going to take it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the elbow room less than ten transactions 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 prospicient shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was Danton True Young and respectable and substantial. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to inspect our children. We were given nightgown and surgical masks as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the baby from the incubator, but we did get a gravid up-close look. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."Well, George I, 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 St. Matthew and Sandra, just two public figure we liked. I had no kinsfolk that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no outside influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George I or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George VI anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the condition that I go home and do the Same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home nap was far from my sentiment. 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 phone. I'd used a local lawyer when I purchased my house so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top attorney, but not a local one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd phone call me back.

An hour later I took a call from Sir Walter Raleigh, the body politic Das Kapital. It was the senior partner of a John Roy Major law firm—a real heavy slugger. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video recording to him for recapitulation. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a unattackable polite and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help her into the business firm and I made her promise not to stress 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 prosperous on the couch, brought her a humble blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a atomic reactor of cartridge holder. 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 frost tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to snarf away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mr. Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a bit next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of drinking glass ; I'm not going to break. 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 snog me. It was long and odoriferous and bid. She wrapped her foresighted glossa around mine. Marie stroked my impertinence as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her finisher."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my hired man on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size of it and weight of her rattling mammary. She pushed my head down to her swollen nipple, urging me to suck. Her warm Milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a titty pump with instructions to use it three or four times a day, but I had a substantially thought ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to confabulate our babe every day. We always stayed for at to the lowest degree an minute, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specializer who had taken ascendency of their care. One day I was contacted by the line office about their bill. 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 solar day after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to sustain 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 nighttime when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my dick toward her snatch."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 grade, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to ache me. But I need to sense 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 cock against her twat. I got hard in a Earth record time. 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 metre and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past calendar week taken the video of the tec along with Marie's dethronement to the State police. He told me they were extremely interest in prosecuting the case—there was a retentive story of ill against the Sheriff and his faculty. He also filed a twenty million dollar law cause against the county and the Sheriff's power. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to hollo. I turned on the video organization just before opening the door.

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

"Bad thing can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug monger and that take to car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your sign of the zodiac. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little sister once they come rest home from the infirmary -- just a little something for you to remember about. I take real good charge 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 minutes later I received another call from the gate. He identified himself as a deputy from the State Department 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 case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the display finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the original was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two half-wit detectives, were arrested on a tenacious listing of cathexis. It turned out that they were all under investigating for a variety of armorial bearing including corruptness, graft, stealing, witness deterrence, and more matter than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the causa. The following sunup Marie and I brought our two children home. All was well in the world.


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