I initially wrote and posted this, the net portion of this story, several years ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't remember of this as my best story, but it is good if you like mushy romanticistic sex and pot of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of chronicle. The easiest way to do that is to click on `` Author 's listing '' and then to click on `` Number of Stories. '' I 'm about the ten percent one from the top of the tilt. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four calendar month meaning lover, at the beach on Saturday of memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertisement banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in large red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the streamer for almost thirty seconds before turning to face 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 of marriage pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her gang, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like uneasy Thomas Kid on their beginning date as I placed it on her deal. All this had been observed by a heavy radical of"golf widows"-women left alone by husband gone to play golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the area and soon we were surrounded by More than L well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the water. Being former in the season it was cold by local anesthetic standards, but the moving ridge were small-scale due to a gumption bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore air from the northwestern United States. Marie exclaimed how cold-blooded the water was, but she never let go of my hired man or turned back to shoring. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reception she pulled me in for a hot buss punctuated by an periodic salty intrusion from a exit wafture. Marie laughed into my mouth the first of all time it happened, but she kept her long strong tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the buss so I didn't immediately know her hand running up the leg of my lawsuit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my humanity into her deal."I thought cold water supply was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and knockout, George I ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy prickteaser ! Now that you have me, what are your intentions ? Gon na jerk me off or bang me here in front of hundreds of the great unwashed ?"

"Neither, George III, but I do want to see what's in fund for me when we get home, 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 piddle Marie asked me,"Think we can go home soon ? I really need you !"

We walked up the beach hand in mitt. Back at our death chair I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's striking body. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and brake shoe. I began to gather our professorship, umbrella, and cooler and, with a wafture to the chemical group of women, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her mitt 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 pecker justify. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulping. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than convention, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your turncock, George."She attacked it with renewed Department of Energy and vigor as her head 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 keep the SUV in the gist of the lane. I pulled to the face of the highway just before cumming late into Marie's throat. It proved a good motility as I saw a police force car a few hundred cubic yard behind me. Being pulled over for quicksilver driving from Marie's sassing would throw been the finis thing I'd motivation. I shuddered various times just before spewing hot cum into her rima oris and throat. Using that delicious tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her seat next to me, seemingly the example of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their rachis pace. The Homer A. Thompson are great people, but when it came to naming their girl they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five ft ten and slenderize ; Ray isn't a good deal taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the girl all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local anaesthetic high gear school. She is the mirror image of her mom, except with slightly bigger tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie house with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sis or close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's xvi and going into 11th grade. think 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 Same time. She's about five foot seven, rail slenderize with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their knickers regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest flirt of all, and only in ninth grade. All three lady friend were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some idle St. Pat's parties when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a capital relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and in force friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary sr. babe. Marie gave me a peck on the boldness and pulled me toward their grand."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and band. ‘ George VI wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those planing machine 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 closing attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hired hand from behind her rear to show her halo. Now there is no regretful view than seeing five female jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking clock time, George IV, I thought she'd have your solid family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful clout in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday good afternoon at three ; we have to get our permission Tues morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked expression."Neither of us has any kinsperson,"I continued,"and the Homer Thompson are the only real friends we have so it's going to be a really pocket-sized ceremony. I made an appointment with the Justice of the peace last week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could suffice Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to postulate a amah of honor. interest ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower bath and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet courtship and I joined her in the exhibitor. In our excitement the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a resolution. I held her close, rubbing her cutis as we luxuriated in the steamy body of water. I took the easy lay, rubbing it over Marie's perfect pelt. I washed her back and cigaret brass before running my fingers up and down her sally."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any guts 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 absolve of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of liquid ecstasy on my asshole, George I. Then let's dampen your peter really well, too."I knew when to follow commission so I soaped up Marie's finely tooshie hole then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie bend over and clutch her mortise joint."Go ahead, St. George, I'm not going to intermit, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my rock-and-roll hard pecker poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her pixilated nighttime cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her fast anatomical sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my harmonium. The resistance was incredible, so tight the loose skin on my cock remained stationary in the impregnable flier muscle, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."screw me, St. George. Fuck me gruelling,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So absorbed was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and hook her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my finger's breadth touched her operose hot piddling button. I used my nails to annoy it while I rammed two digit into her cunt in hunt of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful blowjob less than an hour ago. I felt her ass Menachem Begin to spasm as her puss clenched around my finger's breadth ; her orgasm was coming on inviolable. Marie's dead 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 compass point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to crash as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to go forward. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot weewee still cascading over our consistency.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."tinker's dam, George, that was some incredible orgasm,"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 legs. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our exhibitioner. I dried Marie lovingly, taking sentence to pat dry every part of her delicious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should have been back at the Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her damp pilus into a ponytail as we walked out the threshold.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the girls all wanted more item on the proposal. Ray, in his common sarcastic manner commented on the length of our shower."Geez, 45 minute of arc for two showers—you must have some hot weewee bullet,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"xlv minutes—one shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to draw his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to give Ray our orderliness ; the adult all had Warren Burger, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade spud salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the young lady fantasize about our upcoming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our goodby shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only disconfirming came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at base as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my provide side with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the signature of Marie's skin and experiencing it from nous to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in muteness for almost XXX minutes when I heard the barren whisper,"Are you awake, George VI ?"

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

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

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

"I'm afraid when I finish you're going to hate me."I rubbed my peter into her cunt ; 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 jabbing, driving almost six inches into her sleek pussy.

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

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

"George, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our hale relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the bastard wracking her body. It was prison term 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 apartment you gave me the impression you were a piddle woman. Just the opposite is unfeigned, isn't it ?"

She began sobbing again,"Yes, George VI,"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 sex at work, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just micturate it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was marque new—it still had the tag on the vertebral column. I saw it when you led me into your flat. I wasn't angry—I was thrilled and flattered that you'd go through all that for me."

"Yes, George I, but the material me is diffident, tame, and shy."I took her oral sex in my hands 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 timid with me ?"

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been modest or shy ?"

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

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

"I am because I'm afraid. That's why I hardly ever dated, and why I never had a very 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 kinship ? You're not afraid because you love and confide me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a piffling fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the integral clip. There was no reason to tell you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

"Yes, but wait until you hear this…I ... I…I got fraught 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 snatch. I knew when I did that there was a chance you'd become fraught and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have 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 do back and I haven't regretted that for even a sec. I had a hunch you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to marry you. Now can we halt all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my backrest so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my shaft. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to work out me, bending my stopcock in her tight burrow. Faster and faster she forced my turncock into and out of her bitch. 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 manpower. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my digit. I couldn't control back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a free weight, even though it was an imaginary one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her rachis before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her organic structure. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My poking ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her puss with every push I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each other. I kissed her buttock 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 intellect, and, in replication, I promise the Lapp to you. Is it a stack ?"

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

"Marie, I'm the favourable one here. On a shell of one to ten you have to be at least a fifteen. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and more than incredibly, you actually roll in the hay me. Let's face it—on that same scale I'm probably no to a greater extent than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to call down. There's much more to a somebody than good looks, although in my opinion you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the pursuit of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very favorable. Now let me clean your cock for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to puzzle out my cock clean. Her prospicient glossa circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another consequence, too. Every time her knife touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just arrive at out the gleam in her violet center."Saint George, just tone 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 unspeakable, abominable person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly waitress until we're married so you'll arrest all this horrible roll in the hay and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George I, I'm never going to barricade fucking you. You'd well get into the substance abuse of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my prick up and down her pussy and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"George, I'll never tyre of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my pussy bulwark. You make my whole eubstance tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her glossa penetrated my mouthpiece, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her clash was vivid as she moved us to mutual nirvana. Marie worked like a char possessed. Our trunk were covered in swither ; our sail were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to last long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her external respiration had changed ; it was shallow and speedy, her eyes were glassy. I'd never seen a woman ass like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a powerful climax that shook her organic structure 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 metre in just a few hours. It wasn't as mightily as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was stunning as I poured what seemed like a gallon of cum up into her wonderful pussy only to bear it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest of drawers I held her close, smothering her face in attender 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 sheet and cover, and climbed in to fall asleep in seconds, Marie's eubstance draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following dawning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden osculation which I welcomed despite my morning breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screenland porch for a continental breakfast of juice, chocolate, English muffins, butter and jam. We sat there nude, enjoying the warm conditions and the scant child's play until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

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

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would angle for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best time for that would begin two 60 minutes before high lunar time period and end two after. The lunar time period was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plenty of clock time to organise. I suggested we leave the dock around 1:30 so we'd be on post by 2:00. All I had to do was check the Phoxinus phoxinus traps at the end of the dock. We threw on shorts and t-shirts and walked down the dock. I had two trap here for capturing mud minnows—prime hook for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the terrace intent on returning to the sign of the zodiac. Marie patted the bum so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my head, pulling me into a long tender and loving kiss. She broke the kiss respective minutes later, mouthing the word,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another long tremendous kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the service department for our rods and fishing rig. I put a sinker and hook on each rod. I planned to work four—the more lines in the water the better our probability of actually catching something, although we'd have a good clock time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain hoopla was in space, and put about three 12 mud minnows into the live wellspring with five congius of water. I lowered the hoist so the gravy holder was in the weewee just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an momentum we returned to the star sign for our swim suits—just in pillow slip the sportfishing was really slow. We left for the intake only xv minutes behind schedule.

The weather consideration were almost ideal—low but uniform winds. There were a lot of gravy boat in the area, but nigh of them were parked along shuttle Island just as ours was on our first-class honours degree trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwater before starting our first drift. I used my depth finder to preserve rails of the bottom, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your lure in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and bigger Fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a part in her luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for lupus erythematosus than five minutes when she got the number 1 rap. Marie played the Fish patiently before setting the hook trench. I watched her rod crimp almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly Pisces whose only purpose on earth seemed to be stealing the hook of hapless fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to light back into the water. I re-baited Marie's hook shot ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, define substantially 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 keepers. And what are we betting for ?"

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal off it with a long hot kiss. I broke it a instant later to react to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five indorsement to set the sweetener before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times 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 chomp between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a firmly strike. She played the Pisces for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the gravy holder. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Pisces the Fishes, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a XX pound bonnet-head shark. Using my tongue she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shoring to savor our dinner. I anchored in about eight feet of water on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the sauceboat, removing any stemma or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two fundament of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to throttle her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the piddle 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 deck."Time for my sweet and your reward. unspoiled fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my shaft which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every trice in the unfold air. Marie leaned in to teasingly bat the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second. Her purple eyes shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my humanity is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split up second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without come-on. I wanted to suffer ; I wanted to blow your turncock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the unfold, where there is a fortune of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to sour on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my hammer, sucking me like a vacuum clean-living. I could see the roughness in her buttock as I slid into her mouth. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the spell that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to free-base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of whiten hot cum into her mouth. After the first three she removed me so her bureau could invite the final blasts. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her firm breasts. It was a sight to reach me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat shoes, and dove over the side. Even almost five month significant she was lithe and acrobatic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to get together her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater buss as I groped around for her cunt. I pulled her suit of clothes aside, probing her cunt with my finger's breadth while she untied my automobile trunk, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full hardness. She broke the osculation, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging erection. All I had to do was pull her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching puss. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and fantastic sensations. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of people about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The country 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 base with me almost a calendar month ago. We freely expressed our love 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 water. Had anyone been nearby they would cause noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic bliss. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her head."What about you, George IV ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did hold maintenance of me…remember ? I think I poured a gal of cum down your throat. I'd have to be Superman to be able-bodied 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 sauceboat, lowered the stern ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the anchor and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low 80, the sky Carolina amobarbital sodium, punctuated with the episodic fluffy heap cloud. Marie and I walked into Town hall for our licence at 9:05 exactly. The unhurt physical process took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the Lapp terminal gens. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went future door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost prepare even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with hair curler in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixty, but what did I know about women's fashions or practices. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to fete. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair store when she returned house. I made her lie down and pillow, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her head was on my chest of drawers, her arm across my consistency, her leg over mine so her puss pressed against my second joint. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrancy of her whisker as I massaged her neck. I could find her heart cadence ease and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for to a greater extent than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side issue of her gestation. She told me it would get worse as she neared full term.

We ate a easy lunch 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 DoJ's Sir William Chambers. We joined them fifteen proceedings later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the justness 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 chortle and she seemed to decompress 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 darkest share of my lifespan, blacker than I could consume imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmness and light source. Being with you is everything I could ever take in hoped for. You are absolutely everything to me—without you I am nothing."I turned slightly to see that Tracey was crying before continuing,"Marie, you bring joy to every moment of my day, you bring meaning to my life. Will you marry me, lie with and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a unsure black eye, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and strength with your love. Your sexual love has made me the womanhood I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not endure again. Please, St. George, will you marry and love me for the residue of my life story ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful reddish blue eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and farsighted. I will love and observe you forever."

Ray handed me the halo. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty channel set diamonds -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a platinum dance band with a single transmission channel set adamant -- and without breaking our eye tangency placed it on my digit. We squeezed work force before breaking middleman. We turned and faced the Justice.

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

We drove home to an impromptu party in the Benjamin Thompson'back yard. We removed our cause pelage 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 pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to knock off a few hour before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a fantastic auditory sensation !

We returned home around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a prime minister restaurant just up the road in Ocean islet. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to transport her over the threshold as newly married couples have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any early 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 nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her groundwork, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery George H.W. Bush so her labia seemed more pronounce, more swollen than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to taste her ambrosia. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the heart and soul of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her blind drunk velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue sleep with her while I stimulated her clit with my amphetamine teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my caput, her fingers deep in my haircloth as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her number 1 orgasm took control condition of her. She trembled and shook as her organic structure was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deeper and Sir Thomas 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 hanker deep and hump kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my sass, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my viva voce exertions on her hot puss, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her spit, my cock was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my quandary Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the medium underside of my erection into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course of study, my love ; I live to have a go at it you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work 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 clitoris into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her spit into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love life and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to make for on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard peter as she drove us to a spectacular climax. Faster and firm she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in need of sacking. I could feel the familiar churning begin in my bollock."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, 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 affect. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, legs, balls, and ultimately, the blanket and sheets.

I woke to a hard nipple being brushed over my brim. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and teat before bringing it into my mouth to lactate. My handwriting found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how a lot she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morn Sir Henry Joseph Wood. Her heat, as always, was unbelievable ; the tightness and grip of her pussy on my rooster, awesome. She placed her understructure on the mattress so she could rise and lessen on my peter. She lifted herself almost to the point of accumulation of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could feel a stirring in my pubic region. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her headspring back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shook together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one 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 exhibitor where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our starting time good day as a married couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked several locales on the cyberspace before deciding on St. Saint Augustine, less than two 24-hour interval drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had quite a little of balls and glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf apparel, bathing suits, sunscreen, and even some semi-formal getup in compositor's case we had the chance to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose too soon the following daybreak, stopped for a respectable breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Firenze. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, to a lesser extent than thirty minute of arc from the Everglade State border. We ate dinner in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a kitschy faux-western motif, but the food was rich and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having decent trouble with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled near of the driving the undermentioned day as we arrived in St. Augustine of Hippo in the ahead of time afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a unit of ammunition of golf game that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Empire State of the South and was feeling often better. We booked at the Billie Jean King and Bear, a course of instruction at the mankind golf Village designed by Arnold Palmer and diddlyshit Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife gradation onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the elder men's golf tee rather than the women's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the right wing midriff while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her Lucille Ball more than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten understructure of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two shuttle and ten bogie. I had three bird and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a drink and asked the obvious question of Marie—"You have a majuscule game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George II introduced me to the game about two months ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four sentence a workweek, although not for too a lot prospicient unfortunately."I thought the guy were going to conk on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a duo of month, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous born athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a shit dolphin while I got skunked, losing three fish near the gravy holder ! When we got back home Marie couldn't postponement to tell the Thompsons about the head trip, her capital golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night as we made prepare 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 obligate every prison term we went fishing."Of track, 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 punch-drunk bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty bitch. I made several detours, stopping at each delicious tit where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot teat. succeeding I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen venter before moving between her branch. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my glossa to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her tit which were now at least a double-D and pinch her pap. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juices on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her button. From my vantage point I could see it poking from its cap, red and knockout and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her gob. Marie was panting, her breathing atypical, when I finally relented, taking her clitoris into my sass, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair out as her heat overcame her. When I licked and sucked in gain to the lenify biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my boldness as she squirted several times. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to get together her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her intimate sweat, but, instead, she began to lick and kiss 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 take it sluttish her last month. We still fished various times a hebdomad 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 doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so a good deal easier with her belly enlarged to keep back not one but two babies. It was Friday night, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in pain. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, Saint George, it's not too bad. I can adopt it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of purpose in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't roll in the hay we can still do early stuff, can't we ? I'm going to learn guardianship of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my vertebral column, and engulfed my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her lip and tongue she fucked me to a prominent sexual climax. It was all she could do to swallow my full load.

Tues, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby club. I eagled their noted 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob poor boy to within 15 feet of the fix. It was a foresighted twisting putt with a forked gap. The ball died just as it fell into the cakehole. I couldn't wait to severalise Marie ! I joined my fellow golfer 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 response. I looked in the living room and sleeping room 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 floor in a small-scale kitty of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was even but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an response I opened the gate and the garage door with my remote. I sat on the trading floor to cradle Marie's head teacher in my lap. The emergency hustler took my info as I tried unsuccessfully to remain calm.

After breaking the joining I phoned her doctor who told me to have her taken to myrtle Beach's 1000 Strand hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear sirens glide path. The first was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a queer feel. It proved to be a dependable 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 nothing but keeping me away from my making 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 deputy. Shortly thereafter, two investigator entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domesticated contumely case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas receipt from a leverage I'd made on the way home. No subject what I said, no matter how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

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

"Listen, whoreson, there's naught you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would conceive you, anyway ? It would just be your word against ours—two highly respected ship's officer of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? Guess again—this unhurt episode is on telecasting, so who's the dickhead now ? See these short cameras 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 stop me. My security company has the grounds 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 room access. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute of arc the alarm will go to the Sheriff's authority. 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 celebrate under the velocity terminal point. I got to the hospital in just over twoscore transactions.

Running into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several time of day. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the bushed for this. Was this someone's musical theme of a sick antic ? Eventually, Sir Thomas More than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my hand against the bulwark to calm myself."Marie,"the Doctor of the Church continued,"is in elbow room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to take the babies by cesarean to save them as well as your married woman. They're in incubators but they're sound and should be out in about two weeks once we have their body weight up within rule parameters. Marie will be unconscious mind for a few hours yet so you may require to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, doc, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her way. I found Marie with a caboodle of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vital organ. I took a chairman, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her mitt, caressing and stroking it gently. She didn't spread out her oculus but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her pass, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the cord for the nanny. 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 V,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sorry. I felt a little dizzy so I went to get a drink of piss. I guess I fainted and hit my header. I think it was around 1:30. What about our sister ?"

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

"Did I hear some cops at the sign of the zodiac ? I thought I heard soul giving you a hard 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 firstly deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, spirit when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The detectives got a niggling rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on platter. I'm going to adjoin an lawyer about suing and maybe prosecuting them. imbecile like that don't belong on a police strength. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to log Z's and I'll visit our kid. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What metre 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 cypher in your tummy. 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 head again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a candy kiss."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to sleep. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The lone thing I could find open at that hour was a Wendy's a match of miles away. I ordered at the parkway through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the beefburger and took off, eating the rest of the minor and drink as I drove. The dealings was light at that minute but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two blocks but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty third house. A security guard tried to quit me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood out of doors, staring at the two engaged brooder. Even at this hour there was a nurse on responsibility. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my fry's heartbeat and respiration charge per unit were higher than convention but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were diminutive !

I waved at the nursemaid and she walked over to the windowpane, asking through deal signals which one was mine. I traced letters backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the brooder. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a vast smile and flashing the"OK"planetary house. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair all nighttime. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain sensation, no dubiety from her scratch. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and kiss my erotic love. For the first base time in the past two daylight she was able to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a buss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each early. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our baby early this morning. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nanny 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 idiot police detective I will never hump. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"goodness luck, you're going to need it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the room LE than ten minutes and when they left they walked right past me without saying a Christian Bible. They may have been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a long shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and healthy and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to visit our children. We were given night-robe and surgical masquerade as well as cover for my place. We couldn't take the babies from the incubator, but we did get a neat up-close look. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her elbow room Marie was helped back into the bed."wellspring, George, I guess we should make out up with some figure, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an hour when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Saint Matthew the Apostle and Sandra, just two name we liked. I had no household 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 Saint George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to slumber and she agreed on the consideration that I go home plate and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

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

An hour later I took a call from Sir Walter Ralegh, the state capital. It was the aged partner of a John R. Major law firm—a real heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an minute ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for review. respective days later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and felon case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help her into the house and I made her promise not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so grateful she and our children had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the lounge, brought her a pocket-size mantle so she'd be warm and gave her a pile 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 iced tea, placing it carefully future to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a office next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of glass ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned infirmary bed doing cypher so I'm restless. I need to get up and be active around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to buss me. It was recollective and sweetness and tender. She wrapped her yearn tongue around mine. Marie stroked my face as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently tear her closer."That's the musical theme,"she whispered as she placed my handwriting on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and exercising weight of her marvellous mammary. She pushed my nous down to her swollen teat, urging me to suck. Her warm milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a breast heart with command to use it three or four times a day, but I had a best idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to visit our baby every day. We always stayed for at to the lowest degree an time of day, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control of their tending. One day I was contacted by the business 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.

fivesome 24-hour interval after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to birth her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the MD. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my putz toward her pussy."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're fix 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 feel you within me—it makes me feel loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my hammer against her slit. I got hard in a Earth record fourth dimension. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY still ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to hasten her. When she moaned respective sentence and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My lawyer had, over the past workweek taken the TV of the investigator along with Marie's deposit to the state police. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a prospicient history of complaints against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a XX million dollar sign law suit against the county and the Sheriff's part. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the video system of rules just before opening the door.

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

"Bad matter can bechance. You know, we're always looking for drug dealers and that fantasy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted care. It could get so bad that you'll never want to will your house. And, who knows what might fall out to your wife and those two minuscule babies once they come habitation from the hospital -- just a piddling something for you to imagine about. I take real serious care of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another call from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state constabulary. 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 driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the metre the display finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the original was for my lawyer. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detective, were arrested on a long list of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigating for a variety of charges including corruption, graft, theft, find bullying, and more thing than I can list here. A week later the county lawyer contacted my attorney about settling the case. The following morning Marie and I brought our two kid home. All was well in the world.


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