I initially wrote and posted this, the terminal function of this story, several years ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A proofreader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't consider of this as my right story, but it is good if you like mushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my lean of stories. The wanton way to do that is to click on `` Author 's List '' and then to click on `` figure of chronicle. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the listing. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four month meaning buff, at the beach on Saturday of memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertising streamer -- pulled by a plane -- that said in large red capital letter,"MARIE volition YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the standard for almost thirty minute before turning to bet 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-honoured proposal pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her mob, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like neural Thomas Kid on their first date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a great chemical group of"golf game widows"-women left alone by husbands gone to roleplay golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her gang and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the field and soon we were surrounded by to a greater extent than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's script and led her to the weewee. Being former in the season it was cold by local standards, but the waving were small due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore breeze from the northwesterly. Marie exclaimed how cold the pee was, but she never let go of my hand or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a passing wafture. Marie laughed into my mouth the first fourth dimension it happened, but she kept her long strong glossa wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately know her hand running up the leg of my wooing. Marie giggled into the candy kiss when she took my humanity into her script."I thought cold water was supposed to pretend it shrink. Why are you so big and hard, George II ?"

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

"Neither, George, but I do require to see what's in depot for me when we get home, and I really like what I'm tactual sensation 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 hand in bridge player. Back at our professorship 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 gather our professorship, umbrella, and ice chest and, with a wave to the group of fair sex, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hired man up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to hold off until we got home base for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an chance event,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard putz exempt. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a exclusive gulp. Her knife ran lot around my helmet before licking up and down my calamus."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I dear sucking on your turncock, George."She attacked it with renewed push and dynamism as her head teacher bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridgework 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 thick into Marie's throat. It proved a dear move as I saw a police car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's mouth would have been the last thing I'd motive. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her buttocks next to me, seemingly the manikin of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Homer A. Thompson and their three girls—in their backward yard. The Thompson are great people, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very originative. Brenda is tall—about five foundation ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the missy all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high schooltime. She is the mirror effigy of her mom, except with slightly gravid teat, 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 close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. trust 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 cock while looking into my eye and smiling at me at the Lapplander time. She's about five substructure seven, rail thinly with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a shaft in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the handsome flirtation of all, and only in 9th score. All three girls were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some state of nature St. Pat's parties when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a expectant relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best friend here and their teenage daughter thought of Marie as an honorary senior sis. Marie gave me a peck on the buttock and pulled me toward their K."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ 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 girls ; I could see that they were paying closemouthed 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 picture her ringing. Now there is no speculative sight than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to adopt a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, George I, I thought she'd have your whole mob before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my script with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday good afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked locution."Neither of us has any house,"I continued,"and the Homer Armstrong Thompson are the only veridical acquaintance we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an naming with the Department of Justice of the Peace net 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 do Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to need a maid of accolade. interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the exhibitor. In our excitement the wet cause had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a result. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy water system. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect hide. I washed her back and bum impudence before running my fingers up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the wrong stead, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be unfreeze of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thought. Use deal of liquid ecstasy on my motherfucker, St. George. Then let's wash away your cock really well, too."I knew when to espouse way so I soaped up Marie's mulct fag hollow then moved it to my rooster. I turned to see Marie flex over and clutch her ankle joint."Go ahead, George III, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the cascade paries as I stepped behind her, my rock 'n' roll laborious hammer poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my prick forced its way into her tight shadow cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my violation. Her tight sphincter muscle gripped my turncock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my Hammond organ. The impedance was unbelievable, so sozzled the loose hide on my cock remained stationary in the substantial flier musculus, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible sexual climax."Fuck me, George II. shtup me concentrated,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrusting with one of her own. So enwrapped 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 fingerbreadth touched her heavy hot petty clitoris. I used my nails to get at it while I rammed two finger's breadth into her pussy 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 time of day ago. I felt her ass Begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers ; her sexual climax was coming on strong. Marie's trunk was going through a series of growing earth tremor. 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 seed jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to crash as my climax continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to stay. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock 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."red cent, George, that was some incredible sexual climax,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My cock had softened at last and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my peg. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our cascade. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every share of her luscious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should accept been back at the 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 girls all wanted more inside information on the proposition. Ray, in his usual sarcastic mode commented on the distance of our cascade."Geez, xlv minutes for two showers—you must sustain 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 cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outgo I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one exhibitioner, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to make his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to generate Ray our order ; the adults all had Warren E. Burger, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food for thought and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the little girl fantasize about our approaching marriage ceremony ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her mitt up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only when damaging came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at rest home as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my left incline with Marie spooned in front man of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touch of Marie's pelt and experiencing it from fountainhead to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in silence for almost thirty minutes when I heard the barest whisper,"Are you awake, George ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't trouble, Darling, I can multitask—fucking you with my rooster and listening with my ears."I made my initial thrust, driving almost six in into her slick pussy.

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

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

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

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her drumhead around to look at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the feeling you were a unprovoked woman. Just the opposite is dead on target, isn't it ?"

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

"It was wanton, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at domicile, but at body of work, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at work, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the 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 I, but the veridical me is timid, mild, and shy."I took her top dog in my helping hand 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 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 good !"

"Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to continue -- why are people meek, faint, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a minuscule fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire metre. There was no ground 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 kitty. I knew when I did that there was a opportunity you'd become pregnant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might birth 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 get along back and I haven't regretted that for even a second. I had a hunch you were meaning. That's why I asked you about it and make out what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to tie you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my binding so she'd be in opposite cowgirl on my cock. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to exercise me, bending my putz in her tight burrow. Faster and faster she forced my pecker into and out of her slit. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingers. I couldn't keep back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight, even though it was an imaginary number one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her spine before falling onto my breast, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusts ejected ejaculate from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every push button 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 ‘ transgression'on one condition—that you never again let something get so sober without telling me what's on your head, and, in return, I promise the same to you. Is it a deal ?"

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

"Marie, I'm the lucky one here. On a weighing machine of one to ten you have to be at to the lowest degree a 15. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and More incredibly, you actually love me. Let's cheek it—on that same scurf I'm probably no More than a five or six."

"Now it's my routine to chew up. There's much more to a person than in effect feeling, although in my judgement you're far More than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will concede that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your shaft for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my rear to lick my peter clean and jerk. Her long 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 impression, too. Every time her lingua touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just get out the gleam 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 abominable, terrible individual, Marie G. B. Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll quit all this atrocious roll in the hay and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to end fucking you. You'd better get into the substance abuse of taking a nap in the good afternoon, although I may know you then, too."She rubbed my hammer up and down her snatch and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to osculate me she whispered,"George V, I'll never tire of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my cunt walls. You make my whole torso tingle—and then it gets so lots better."Her knife penetrated my oral fissure, wrapping itself around mine as she began to sway. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her detrition was intense as she moved us to common nirvana. Marie worked like a char possessed. Our consistency were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a great deal. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to finish long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her ventilation had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her centre were glazed. I'd never seen a woman fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his gripe until she suddenly exploded in a powerful climax that shook her torso 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 fourth time in just a few hours. It wasn't as muscular as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only mo earlier—but it was sensory 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 font in ship's boat kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the shower where we cleaned each early 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 blanket, and climbed in to flow asleep in seconds, Marie's consistency draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the survey first light, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a foresightful tongue-laden osculation 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 berry, English muffin, butter and jam. We sat there raw, enjoying the affectionate weather and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your business organization, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off last night—the upheaval of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last night and took real good forethought of me so I got a gravid night's sleep and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to take me fishing later."We chatted for a piece before Brenda excused herself."I really would wish to go fishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop computer to watch the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best time for that would get two minute before high gear tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the intake so we had lot of time to set. I suggested we leave the dock around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was break the minnow traps at the end of the dock. We threw on shorts and t-shirts and walked down the dock. I had two traps here for capturing mud minnows—prime decoy for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeastward ). I found various 12 level-headed specimens so we'd have spate. I returned to Marie on the workbench design on returning to the mansion. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my fountainhead, pulling me into a long tender and loving osculation. She broke the kiss several minutes later, mouthing the Word,"Thank you."My response was simple—I pulled her back into another yearn tremendous kiss.

We returned to the theater later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and fishing tackle. I put a sinker and hook on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more telephone line in the water the better our chances of actually catching something, although we'd have a adept time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain fire hydrant was in home, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the endure well with five congius of body of water. I lowered the hoist so the gravy holder was in the water just as Marie arrived with our tank with drinking and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the sign for our swim suits—just in case the fishing was really irksome. We left for the intake only fifteen min behind schedule.

The weather condition conditions were almost ideal—low but consistent winds. There were a lot of sauceboat in the country, but most of them were parked along skirt Island just as ours was on our inaugural trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our first drift. I used my depth spotter to keep track of the bottom, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the water and pray—that's my doctrine,"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 scientific discipline had played a contribution in her luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for lupus erythematosus than five minutes when she got the first smash. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook trench. I watched her rod bend 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 propose on dry land seemed to be stealing the decoy of hapless fisher. Using my pliers I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the water supply. I re-baited Marie's draw ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

"OK, I have to admit that was pretty queer,"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 post ?"

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

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

"OK, more custodian and winner gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I lose ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a long hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to respond to a hard ten-strike on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the lure before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag several multiplication before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a good sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces disappeared when the lunar time period turned—neither of us got even a pungency between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a operose bang. She played the fish for almost ten minutes 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 pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife 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 Phoxinus phoxinus, and headed for shore to love our dinner party. I anchored in about eight feet of water on the shelter side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any stock or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some kettle of fish, and two cans of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee bean daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the piddle always gave me a nifty appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."Time for my dessert and your reward. safe fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every flash in the assailable air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second. Her purplish eyes shone like champion in the night as she swallowed my manhood is a single gulp—all eight-plus column inch disappearing into her pharynx in a disconnected second. She backed off for a endorsement, 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 bait. I wanted to recede ; I wanted to suck your cock, but, More than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to form on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a void cleaner. I could see the indentations in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My tool popped from the suction when she released me. All the while that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to found. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of Patrick Victor Martindale White hot cum into her oral fissure. After the number one three she removed me so her dresser could receive the final good time. She rubbed the gummy fluid all over the tops of her firm 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 shoes, and dove over the side of meat. Even almost five calendar month pregnant she was lithe and gymnastic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an submersed kiss as I groped around for her puss. I pulled her courting aside, probing her pussy with my digit while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full severity. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her cunt fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was tear her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching snatch. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and fantastic adept. I wrapped her legs around my waistline as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still good deal of citizenry about but they were all on the inlet side 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 height in hunting of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, George II. Keep…it…up. Keep…it…up. Ooooohhhhh, yes…I'm…cumming !"

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

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


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday forenoon was a crystal sort out day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the periodic fluffy pile swarm. Marie and I walked into Ithiel Town Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The whole process took us about forty mo, mainly because we shared the Lapplander last name. We had to signalize affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost set up even though we wouldn't have to entrust for another four hours. The female child, she told me later, were all walking around with curler in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixties, but what did I know about women's way or pattern. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner party that evening to fete. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair shop when she returned menage. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her head was on my chest, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her slit pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the aroma of her tomentum as I massaged her neck. I could experience 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 effect of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared full-of-the-moon term.

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

"Marie, there was a time when we were apart and it was the moody share of my life, blacker than I could have imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its fondness and light. Being with you is everything I could ever bear 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. testament you marry me, enjoy and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a faint-hearted black eye, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and lovemaking. Then I met you and you gave me authority and strength 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, will you marry and have a go at it me for the rest of my spirit ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and prospicient. I will be intimate and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a Pt band with twenty channel set diamonds -- on her fingerbreadth. Neither of us was shaking or unquiet. Marie took my ring—a Pt band with a single channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed work force before breaking contact. 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 loving kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to forget and ground Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"woman !"

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

We returned rest home around nine after a marvellous Italian meal at a chancellor eatery just up the route in sea isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to carry her over the threshold as newly married twain have done for multiplication. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any former 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 believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the Earth's surface, and that's naught less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her infantry, losing my own wearing apparel as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly soft and polish. She had just trimmed her soft feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more self-conceited than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking cunt juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the essence of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her mingy velvet burrow with my knife. In a few sec I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my upper dentition and digit. Marie gripped my brain, her fingers deep in my haircloth as she pulled me into her kitty-cat."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first base orgasm took control of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became mystifying 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 recollective deep and loving kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my rima oris, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral exertions on her hot bitch, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my tool 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 bottom of my erecting into her wet pussy. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my lovemaking ; I live to get it on you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me crop for you."She placed her hands 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 button into me and to buss me passionately, pushing her natural language into my sassing, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her erotic love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my operose cock as she drove us to a spectacular climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in fret, exhausted, but still in pauperization of release. I could finger the familiar churning begin in my chunk."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot White sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

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

I woke to a intemperate nipple being brushed over my lips. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and teat before bringing it into my mouthpiece to nurse. My hand found her early breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak early than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my dawning forest. Her heat energy, as always, was incredible ; the parsimoniousness and suitcase of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her substructure on the mattress so she could rise and shine on my tool. She lifted herself almost to the limitation of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could palpate a stirring in my loins. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her psyche back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, agitate together, and finally, collapsed together.

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

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, set for our initiative full day as a hook up with pair. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked several venue on the net before deciding on St. Augustine, to a lesser extent than two day drive down in FL. I booked a software program online and we spent nigh of the day getting set up. I checked our golf cup of tea, made sure we had plenteousness of balls and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suit of clothes, sun blocker, and even some semi-formal outfits in case we had the chance to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early on the adopt sunrise, stopped for a soundly 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, lupus erythematosus than 30 minute from the Florida moulding. We ate dinner party in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The Department of the Interior was a sentimental faux-western theme, but the nutrient was plentiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having plenty problem with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult Nox, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled well-nigh of the driving the conform to day as we arrived in St. Augustine of Hippo in the betimes afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a beat of golf that good afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Empire State of the South and was feeling much better. We booked at the Riley B King and Bear, a course of action at the earth Golf Village designed by Arnold Palmer and doodly-squat Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife stride onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the older men's tees rather than the fair sex's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the right-hand center while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her musket ball more than 225 yard, also down the centre. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten feet of the hollow and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two shuttlecock and ten bogey. I had three birdies and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very goodly 80 ; I had a 74, only two virgule over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to conjoin them for a swallow and asked the obvious inquiry of Marie—"You have a expectant plot, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George III introduced me to the secret plan about two months ago. I really relish it—we gaming three or four times a week, although not for too much yearner unfortunately."I thought the hombre were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a brace of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous raw athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull dolphin while I got skunked, losing three fish near the sauceboat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to tell the Homer Thompson about the trip, her bang-up golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night 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 meter we went fishing."Of class, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a sappy bet."I kissed her again and made my journeying down to her tasty cunt. I made various detour, stopping at each delicious chest where I licked my way around each bumpy ring of color and her tough hot nipples. next I kissed and licked her omphalus and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her legs. I raised and separated her peg as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one side and down the former. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her titty which were now at least a double-D and touch her mammilla. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juice on my clapper.

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 fucked Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clitoris into my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my read/write 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 several times. I dropped her ramification and climbed up the bed to link up her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to work and snog her interjection from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until Labor Day when her doctor suggested she withdraw it promiscuous her terminal month. We still fished various times a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every clip she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and bow-wow almost exclusively now—it was just so much 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, Saint George, it's not too bad. I can choose it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of determination in her case,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do other clobber, can't we ? I'm going to take charge of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my back, and immerse my hammer into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouth and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular sexual climax. It was all she could do to swallow my entire loading.

Tues, Sept 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby club. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob zep to within 15 foot of the hole. It was a long distortion putt with a duplicate faulting. The nut died just as it fell into the muddle. I couldn't time lag to tell Marie ! I joined my fellow golfers for dejeuner and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no result. 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 heart in my throat—Marie lay on the story in a small pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but fallible. I grabbed the earpiece and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage door with my remote control. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's question in my lap. The pinch operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to continue calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her Doctor of the Church who told me to have her taken to myrtle Beach's G Strand Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable waiting, I could hear sirens approach. The number one was a Sheriff's deputy. For some intellect I pushed my security remote control after he gave me a funny look. It proved to be a in effect decision. 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 minutes doing aught but keeping me away from my dear until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her accoucheur wanted her to go to myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detective entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop reception and a gas receipt from a leverage I'd made on the way domicile. No matter what I said, no matter how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of patience."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either arrest me or get the hell off my dimension. If you arrest me be prepared to treat with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can open the best lawyer in the state."The police detective's reception was to plug me in the stomach.

"Listen, asshole, there's nil you can do. We're in mastery here, not you. Who would conceive you, anyway ? It would just be your Good Book against ours—two highly respected officers of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? guesswork again—this altogether installment is on video, so who's the son of a bitch now ? See these fiddling tv camera in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to terminate me. My protection caller has the evidence and the sole 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 clock now. If you don't get out in one arcminute the alert will go to the Sheriff's authority. Then you can excuse why you're in my discharge house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to hold back under the speed bound. I got to the hospital in just over XL minutes.

run into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several hours. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this someone's theme of a barf jocularity ? Eventually, to a greater extent than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd crash so I put my hand against the wall to stabilize myself."Marie,"the MD continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be exquisitely. I had to consume the babies by C-section to write them as well as your married woman. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two hebdomad once we have their physical structure weight up within normal parameter. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Sami to you, MD, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her way. I found Marie with a bunch of tubes in her and varan tracking her vitals. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, cuddling and stroking it gently. She didn't capable her eyes but I would have got sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the corduroy 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 spill the beans for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

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

I kissed Marie's brow as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to aim them by caesarian delivery so your abdomen will be sore for a piece. They're in incubators and will be, she says, for about two weeks until she's sure they can sustain themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can severalize them. The first lieutenant gave me a suspicious, kind of an accusatory, looking at when he came in. I turned on the alert system's video. The detectives got a small rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to get hold of an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. imbecile like that don't belong on a law force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to catch some Z's 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 ?"

"Just a little after eleven, so go to sleep."I kissed her frontal bone again and turned to get out, but Marie held my hand.

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your stomach. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my head she continued,"It won't do any of us any good if you get sick, will it ?"I shook my headspring again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a 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 matter I could rule open at that hour was a Wendy's a couple of Roman mile away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to cannonball along but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the Burger and took off, eating the eternal rest of the fry and toast as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two closure but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty entrance hall. A security measures sentry duty tried to stop me but I told him I still had two Twin Falls to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two absorb incubator. Even at this hour there was a nursemaid on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae for my money. From what I could see my children's heartbeat and cellular respiration charge per unit were higher than normal but steady. 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 paw signals which one was mine. I traced letters backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the incubators. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a Brobdingnagian 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 credit card hot seat all night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the stallion time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no dubiety from her slit. I called for the nanny as I leaned over to hug and snog my dearest. For the first metre in the past two mean solar day she was able to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a osculation, 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 sister early this first light. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her grinning. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two idiot detectives I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good luck, you're going to want it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the room less than ten bit 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 long scene !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and sizeable and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to visit our nipper. We were given gowns and surgical masks as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the sister from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close feel. Marie did agree—they were bantam !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."well, George I, I guess we should come up with some epithet, 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 name calling we liked. I had no kin that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no outside influences. One matter she had insisted on was that we would not use either George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to log Z's and she agreed on the condition that I go home base and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home eternal sleep was far from my thought process. 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 attorney when I purchased my firm 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 birdcall me back.

An hour later I took a birdsong from Raleigh, the state of matter uppercase. It was the senior partner of a major law firm—a real number lowering hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video recording to him for review. various days later he called again. We definitely had both a impregnable polite and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to assist her into the house and I made her promise not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our children had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfy on the sofa, brought her a diminished blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a pile of cartridge clip. 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 adjacent to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mr. Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a office side by side to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not progress to of methamphetamine hydrochloride ; 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 kiss me. It was yearn and sweet and tender. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my nerve as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull up her closer."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased sizing and weight of her fantastic mammary. She pushed my headspring down to her puff up teat, urging me to suckle. Her affectionate milk trickled into my oral cavity."They gave me a breast ticker with statement to use it three or four sentence a day, but I had a respectable thought ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to inspect our child every day. We always stayed for at least an hr, questioning the nursemaid and the neo-natal medical specialist who had taken ascendance of their forethought. One day I was contacted by the business office about their posting. I just asked them how much and wrote a confirmation. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

fin daylight after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's spot to have 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 prick toward her kitty-cat."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're set yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to experience you within me—it makes me find 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 peter against her cunt. I got hard in a public record clip. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to provoke her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for certain she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past workweek taken the telecasting of the detectives along with Marie's deposition to the state police force. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a long account of ailment against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty dollar bill million dollar bill law suit against the county and the Sheriff's office. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the logic gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to visit. I turned on the video system just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the cause was going to clear his federal agency 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 trader and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your menage. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little infant once they come plate from the hospital -- just a little something for you to cerebrate about. I take very goodness tutelage 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 moment later I received another birdsong from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my private road. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the sentence the show 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 idiot police detective, were arrested on a long list of bang. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a variety of charges including depravity, graft, theft, viewer determent, and more things than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The following daybreak Marie and I brought our two children dwelling. All was well in the world.


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