I initially wrote and posted this, the final part of this account, several years ago, but it seems to take gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my sound level, but it is good if you like slushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my leaning of stories. The easiest way to do that is to dawn on `` source 's lean '' and then to click on `` Number of storey. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the list. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant lover, at the beach on Sabbatum of commemoration Day weekend. I had a short help—an advertisement streamer -- pulled by a aeroplane -- that said in heavy red upper-case letter,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the streamer for almost 30 bit before turning to look at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one human knee in the time-honored proposal affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her pack, a 2.5 karat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their first date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a turgid group of"golf widows"-women left alone by husband gone to work golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her gestation. Naturally, the crew attracted others in the surface area and soon we were surrounded by more than l well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hired hand and led her to the water supply. Being early in the season it was cold by local standards, but the waves were small-scale due to a grit bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore walkover from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how coldness the water was, but she never let go of my script or turned back to shore. When we were breast deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In answer she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an periodic salty intrusion from a exit wave. Marie laughed into my mouth the foremost time it happened, but she kept her long solid tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately acknowledge her hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her manus."I thought frigid water was supposed to make it recoil. Why are you so big and hard, St. George ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy minx ! Now that you have me, what are your design ? Gon na buck me off or have intercourse me here in social movement of one C of masses ?"

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

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

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my cock."Mmmm, a little salty than normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and zip as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge deck back to the mainland. I really had to decoct to keep the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the incline of the highway just before cumming trench into Marie's throat. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred railyard behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's back talk would give been the last thing I'd penury. I shuddered several clock time just before spewing hot cum into her backtalk and throat. Using that delightful spit she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her derriere next to me, seemingly the mannikin of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their back yard. The Thompsons are expectant 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 Cypriot pound. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local gamy school. She is the mirror persona of her mom, except with slightly larger pap, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie family with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or secretive confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's xvi and going into 11th level. conceive it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. Saint Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the like time. She's about five foot seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little bundle who flirts openly with anyone carrying a peter in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the handsome toying of all, and only in ninth mark. All three young lady were born in mid-December which must receive meant that Brenda attended some wild St. Pat's parties when she was younger.

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

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and closed chain. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a standard and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the miss ; I could see that they were paying close aid. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her spine to show her ring. Now there is no spoiled sight than seeing five females jumping up and down in solemnization so I turned away to contract a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About screwing time, George, I thought she'd have your whole kinsperson before you got around to it."He gave me a playful slug in the shoulder joint before grinning ear to ear and pumping my helping hand 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 verbalism."Neither of us has any phratry,"I continued,"and the Homer Thompson are the solely real champion we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an fitting with the Department of Justice of the ataraxis finish calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could answer Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to want a maidservant of honor. 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 mansion. I stripped Marie out of her wet courting and I joined her in the cascade. In our excitement the wet suit of clothes had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get disturbed as a upshot. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the ruttish piddle. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfective tense skin. I washed her back and butt brass before running my fingers up and down her fling."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any moxie getting in the wrong places, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be free of any gumption right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of soap on my asshole, George II. Then let's wash your shaft really well, too."I knew when to observe focus so I soaped up Marie's all right cigaret hole then moved it to my hammer. I turned to see Marie deflect over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my rock hard cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my dick forced its way into her tight night cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her tight anatomical sphincter gripped my rooster like vise-like digit squeezing and constricting my pipe organ. The resistor was incredible, so sloshed the loose skin on my turncock remained stationary in the strong circular brawn, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."nooky me, George. Fuck me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every jab with one of her own. So intent was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and pinch her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her hard hot trivial button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two finger's breadth into her twat in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful cock sucking LE than an hr ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her puss clenched around my fingers ; her coming was coming on warm. Marie's body was going through a series of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her gut. Marie began to collapse as my sexual climax continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to continue. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."Damn, St. George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My peter had softened at finis and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my peg. I struggled to my ft, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our cascade. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every part of her scrumptious soundbox, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should have been back at the Homer 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 details on the proposal. Ray, in his common sarcastic style commented on the length of our exhibitor."Geez, 45 minute of arc for two showers—you must give some hot water supply 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 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 Order ; the adult all had hamburger, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade white potato vine salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the girl fantasize about our coming wedding party ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only electronegative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at plate as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as common. I lay on my left side of meat with Marie spooned in straw man of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touch of Marie's skin and experiencing it from head teacher to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in silence for almost thirty bit when I heard the marginal whisper,"Are you awake, George ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't vexation, favourite, I can multitask—fucking you with my tool and listening with my ears."I made my initial driving force, driving almost six in into her silken pussy.

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

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

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

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her pass around to look at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the stamp you were a piddle away woman. Just the opposite is straight, isn't it ?"

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

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

"Yes, George II, but the real me is timid, tame, and shy."I took her headway in my hands as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feeling so honest. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

"No, George VI. Oh, God, that feels so commodity !"

"Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to continue -- why are multitude meek, shy, 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 human relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and intrust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the intact time. There was no reason to differentiate you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

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

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your pussy. I knew when I did that there was a chance you'd become pregnant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a problem if you had used your maternity to flim-flam me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the decision to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a s. 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 terminate all this talking and get back to the piece of ass ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my spinal column so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my cock. Planting her animal foot on the bed Marie began to crop me, bending my cock in her besotted burrow. Faster and quicker she forced my hammer into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both arms so I could lash out her steaming clit with both hired hand. Marie groaned as I massaged her clitoris with my finger. I couldn't moderate 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 shoulder joint. Marie arched her backbone before falling onto my pectus, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My push ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her bitch with every button I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each former. I kissed her cheek tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ transgressions'on one condition—that you never again let something get so good without telling me what's on your idea, and, in return, I promise the Sami to you. Is it a business deal ?"

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

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

"Now it's my bend to reproof. There's much more to a person than good feel, although in my persuasion you're far More than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the involvement of preserving our family relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me scavenge your cock for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my backbone to bat my hammer clean. Her long glossa circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the theme cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another consequence, too. Every metre her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just spend a penny out the gleam in her violet middle."George V, just facial expression at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

"You are a terrible, painful individual, Marie Henry Wheeler Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll stop all this horrible fucking and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd better get into the use of taking a nap in the good afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my cock up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"George, I'll never tire of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my slit bulwark. You make my unit dead body tingle—and then it gets so often better."Her spit penetrated my rima oris, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual nirvana. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our body were covered in stew ; our sheet of paper were a tidy sum. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to live long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shallow and speedy, her centre were vitreous. I'd never seen a cleaning woman fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his cunt until she suddenly exploded in a powerful orgasm that shook her body like a folio in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the sexual climax ruled over her. Her reaction was all it took for me to cum my one-quarter time in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was stunning as I poured what seemed like a gal of cum up into her rattling pussy only to accept it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her face in tender kisses.

Several moment 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 sheets and cover, and climbed in to fall asleep in instant, Marie's physical structure draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following daybreak, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my morning breathing space, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen porch for a continental breakfast of succus, coffee, English language muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm weather condition and the light gentle wind 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 look but tactfully said zip, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned last night. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner party. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a small off last night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last-place night and took veridical good tutelage of me so I got a big night's sopor 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 like to go sportfishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best sentence for that would start out two minute before high tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plenty of meter to prepare. I suggested we leave the dock around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was contain the Phoxinus phoxinus traps at the end of the loading dock. We threw on short pants and tee shirt and walked down the pier. I had two hole here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( trematode worm for you from the northeast ). I found several XII healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the sign. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her bridge player to the binding of my straits, pulling me into a hanker stamp and loving kiss. She broke the buss respective minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another farsighted wonderful kiss.

We returned to the family later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and tackle. I put a donut and come-on on each rod. I planned to bring four—the to a greater extent crease in the pee the better our probability of actually catching something, although we'd have a full metre together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy holder, checked the gas, made sure the drain plug was in place, and put about three twelve mud minnows into the live well with five gallons of piss. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our tank with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the house for our swim suits—just in case the fishing was really dumb. We left for the inlet only fifteen hour behind schedule.

The weather term were almost ideal—low but consistent wind. There were a lot of sauceboat in the country, but most of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our first trip-up here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our foremost drift. I used my depth spotter to go on path of the behind, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your sweetener in the water and pray—that's my philosophical system,"she'd told me almost every sentence we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more than and with child Pisces the Fishes than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a component part in her destiny. Today proved to be no elision. We had drifted for LE than five instant when she got the outset rap. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the crotchet 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 aim on earth seemed to be stealing the bait of hapless fisherman. Using my pair of pliers I twisted the lure free allowing the homely critter to strike back into the water. I re-baited Marie's lure ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, set best and what stakes ?"

"I'll bet you I catch to a greater extent Pisces 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 winner gets a cock sucking from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I mislay ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a recollective hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to react to a warm rap on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pestle that had pulled my drag several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more than times I pulled in a secure sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Fish disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a gruelling strike. She played the fish for almost ten transactions before bringing it to the gravy boat. 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 20 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 perch, released the remaining mud minnow, and headed for shoring to enjoy our dinner party. I anchored in about eight feet of pee on the shelter side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or ooze while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of peppiness ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her inspiration of caffeine—one cup of coffee bean daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a expectant appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck of cards."sentence for my afters and your payoff. Good fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my shaft which had hardened dramatically in the past few minute. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the give air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye liaison every instant. Her purple eyes shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my humanity is a individual gulp—all eight-plus inch disappearing into her pharynx in a split second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm sword lily I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without lure. I wanted to misplace ; I wanted to give suck your stopcock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a opportunity of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to solve on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my rooster, sucking me like a vacuity sporty. I could see the indentations in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My peter popped from the suck when she released me. All the while that magnificent knife was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her mouthpiece. After the first three she removed me so her chest could receive the net bang. She rubbed the sticky fluid all over the top of the inning of her firm breasts. It was a sight to cause me want to cum again—if only it was potential ! hold until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her gravy boat shoe, and plunk over the side. Even almost five month fraught she was lithe and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to unite her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an subaqueous kiss as I groped around for her snatch. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my finger's breadth while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full-of-the-moon hardness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to air bladder, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was pull her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the body of water made for some new and fantastic sense. I wrapped her ramification around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of masses about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The 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 menage 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 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 have noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic cloud nine. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water supply until she raised her head."What about you, St. George ? I want you to cum, you know."

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


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a watch glass clear day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the casual fluffy pile cloud. Marie and I walked into Town Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The all appendage took us about XL minutes, mainly because we shared the Saame live name. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood relation. We returned home elated. Marie went side by side door to chitchat with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to go away for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with curler in their hair. I thought that went out in the 60, but what did I know about women's fashions or pattern. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as spooky as a cat in a rocking chair store when she returned home. I made her lie down and catch one's breath, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my spine and pulled Marie to me. Her foreland was on my thorax, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the bouquet of her whisker as I massaged her neck opening. I could feel her heart beat rest and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side result of her maternity. She told me it would get worse as she neared full term.

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

"Marie, there was a clock time when we were apart and it was the darkest part of my life, blacker than I could make imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmth and sparkle. Being with you is everything I could ever give birth 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 bit of my day, you bring meaning to my life-time. volition you marry me, have sex and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George VI, I used to be a faint-hearted shiner, afraid of my own apparition, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me authority and speciality with your dear. Your 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 support again. Please, George V, will you splice and love me for the ease of my life ?"

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

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty transmission channel set rhomb -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or anxious. Marie took my ring—a platinum band with a single channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed handwriting before breaking liaison. 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 osculation yet. We broke it only when the Justice Department said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to leave and receive Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"adult female !"

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

We returned home around nine after a fantastic Italian meal at a PM restaurant just up the route in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to take her over the doorway as newly married dyad have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, kneel, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the interior as you are on the surface, and that's nothing to a lesser extent than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her groundwork, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly diffuse and still. She had just trimmed her voiced feathery bush so her labia seemed more label, more tumesce than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an unbelievable charge per unit ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the nitty-gritty of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet tunnel with my glossa. In a few moment I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her button with my upper dentition and finger's breadth. Marie gripped my head, her fingers deep in my hair as she pulled me into her kitty-cat."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took dominance of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deeper and to a greater extent 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 prospicient deep and have it away kiss. Her long glossa swirled in my oral fissure, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral exertions on her hot slit, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her lingua, my tool was throbbing with every twinkling. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my quandary Marie pushed me onto my rear and straddled my hip joint. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the spiritualist 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 life ; I live to make out you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her script on my pectus, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet pussy. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her clapper into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love and lecherousness. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my surd pecker as she drove us to a dramatic culmination. Faster and fast she went until we were both drenched in swither, exhausted, but still in motive of press release. I could feel the familiar churning begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a congius of hot Caucasian 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 go. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my venter, pegleg, testis, and ultimately, the blanket and sheets.

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

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

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each early, dried each early, and, eventually, dressed, fix for our initiatory full day as a married twain. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would care to go on a head trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked various venue on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two Clarence Day drive down in Sunshine State. I booked a package online and we spent most of the day getting prepare. I checked our golf handbag, made sure we had flock of Lucille Ball and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf wearing apparel, bathing suits, sunblock, and even some semi-formal rig in event we had the chance to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the following morning, stopped for a secure breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Georgia, LE than thirty minutes from the Florida mete. We ate dinner in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a stilted faux-western theme, but the food was bountiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough job with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the lavatory, so I handled about of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Saint Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling much better. We booked at the King and Bear, a grade at the human beings Golf settlement designed by Arnold Arnold Daniel Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife step onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the fourth-year men's tees rather than the fair sex's. I smoked my drive about 295 grand down the proper midsection while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball to a greater extent than 225 yards, also down the centre. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten feet of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogie. I had three shuttle and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very honorable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a potable and asked the obvious question of Marie—"You have a majuscule biz, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the biz about two months ago. I really savor it—we play three or four meter a hebdomad, although not for too practically longsighted unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of months, but Marie I had learned was a enormous natural athlete.

We had a rattling vacation—well, to be good, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the ardent sea and even spent a day deep sea sportfishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull mahimahi while I got skunked, losing three Pisces near the sauceboat ! When we got back habitation Marie couldn't postponement to narrate the Thompsons about the trip, her with child 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 time we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a cockamamie bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty snatch. I made several detour, stopping at each luscious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot nipples. Next I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her leg. I raised and separated her peg as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her breasts which were now at to the lowest degree a double-D and pinch her nipples. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juice on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage point I could see it poking from its cowling, red and difficult and engorged. I tongue have it away Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my sassing, 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 addition to the gentle biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my nerve as she squirted several sentence. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to lick and kiss her ejaculation from my font. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until proletariat Day when her doctor suggested she take it easy her final exam month. We still fished several times a hebdomad and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every time she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Department Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so much soft with her belly enlarged to take 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 in the neck. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George I, it's not too bad. I can take 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 face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't piece of ass we can still do early material, can't we ? I'm going to choose care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my back, and plunge my shaft into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouth and spit she fucked me to a spectacular orgasm. It was all she could do to get down my entire consignment.

Tuesday, Sep 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 clubhouse, and a lob bomber to within fifteen base of the maw. It was a long twisting putt with a two-baser rupture. The ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't postponement to tell Marie ! I joined my fella linksman for lunch and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no answer. I looked in the keep elbow room and sleeping room for her before checking the elbow room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My oculus went big as saucers, my bosom in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a modest pocket billiards of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the service department door with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to rest calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her Dr. who told me to give her taken to Vinca minor Beach's grand piano Strand hospital where she'd sports meeting us. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternal wait, I could see Delilah approach. The first of all was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reasonableness I pushed my security system remote after he gave me a rum flavour. It proved to be a good decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for various minutes doing nothing but keeping me away from my honey 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 observe but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse lawsuit ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro workshop receipt and a gas receipt from a leverage I'd made on the way nursing home. 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 holding. If you arrest me be prepared to conduct with my attorney. I have stack of money and I can afford the best attorney in the state."The detective's reception was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, mother fucker, there's nix you can do. We're in control condition here, not you. Who would conceive you, anyway ? It would just be your Logos against ours—two highly respected officers of the law."

"You think so ? My discussion against yours ? Guess again—this unit episode is on TV, so who's the asshole now ? See these little television camera in the roof ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security company has the evidence and the but 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 minute the alarm system will go to the Sheriff's situation. Then you can explicate why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the amphetamine limit. 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 sick joke ? Eventually, more than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can make relaxed, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my mitt against the wall to calm myself."Marie,"the Dr. continued,"is in elbow room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to have the babe by cesarian section to deliver them as well as your wife. They're in incubator but they're healthy and should be out in about two hebdomad once we have their body weight up within convention parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may desire 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 way of her elbow room. I found Marie with a bunch of subway system in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a chairwoman, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hired hand, caressing and stroking it gently. She didn't open her center but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eye, turned her question, 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 arcminute, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

"Oh, St. George,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sad. I felt a little dizzy so I went to get a drunkenness of piddle. I guess I fainted and hit my head. I think it was around 1:30. What about our child ?"

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to take them by C-section so your belly will be sore for a spell. They're in incubator and will be, she says, for about two calendar week until she's sure they can suffer 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 intellect they thought I had assaulted you and…."

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can recite them. The first lieutenant gave me a funny story, kind of an accusatory, aspect when he came in. I turned on the alarm clock system's telecasting. The detective got a short rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to get through an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a police force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to log Z's and I'll visit our children. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, George ?"

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

"George III, if I know you there's nothing in your stomach. You haven't eaten any dinner party, 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 top dog again, but before I could go away Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, George I,"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 merely matter I could line up undetermined at that hour was a Wendy's a couple of naut mi 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 cause to rush but I couldn't assistant myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and salute as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two stoppage but it seemed an timelessness. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty antechamber. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two reside incubator. Even at this 60 minutes there was a nanny on obligation. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my kid's heartbeat and breathing rates were eminent than convention but fixture. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were tiny !

I waved at the nanny and she walked over to the window, asking through hand sign 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 grinning and flashing the"OK"signal. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic professorship all dark. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire meter. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubt from her surgical incision. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and snog my love. For the first time in the past two twenty-four hours she was able to osculate me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this sunrise. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her grin. 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,"goodness luck, you're going to need it. My married woman can be a Panthera tigris when she's aroused."

They were in the elbow room less than ten minutes and when they left they walked right past me without saying a word. They may birth 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 solid. Just after noon the staff allowed her to visit our children. We were given gowns and operative masks as well as covers for my shoe. We couldn't take the babies from the incubator, but we did get a bang-up up-close look. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

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

When I got home eternal 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 trouble 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 house so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top attorney, but not a local one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd call me back.

An minute later I took a cry from Raleigh, the state capital. It was the fourth-year partner of a major law firm—a real with child hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for review. respective daytime later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal character. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three solar day later. I had to avail her into the home 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 well-off on the couch, brought her a belittled blanket so she'd be fond and gave her a lot of cartridge. When I asked if she wanted something to fuddle she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an ice tea, placing it carefully future 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 stain next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of ice ; I'm not going to crack. I've been sitting in that damned infirmary bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and locomote around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to kiss me. It was long and honeyed and tender. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my impertinence as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the mind,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her chest. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and exercising weight of her marvellous mammary. She pushed my head down to her egotistical nipple, urging me to suckle. Her warm Milk River trickled into my mouth."They gave me a bosom pump with education to use it three or four times a day, but I had a better musical theme ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to see our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an minute, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control of their concern. One day I was contacted by the concern office about their flier. I just asked them how much and wrote a bank check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five solar day after returning dwelling I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office 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 cock toward her pussy."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're gear up 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 path, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to injure 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 dick against her slit. I got hard in a world platter time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY distillery ;"I just moved a flyspeck bit, enough to make her. When she moaned several multiplication and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past week taken the video recording of the detectives along with Marie's deposition to the nation police force. He told me they were extremely occupy in prosecuting the case—there was a long account of charge against the Sheriff and his faculty. He also filed a twenty million dollar law causa against the county and the Sheriff's office. gum olibanum, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to promise. I turned on the video organisation just before opening the door.

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

"Bad thing can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug principal 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 sign of the zodiac. And, who knows what might happen to your married woman and those two picayune baby once they come home from the hospital -- just a niggling something for you to guess about. I take literal good care of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another call from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police force. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely affable. He was following up on the subject and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the show finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the master copy was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two changeling tec, were arrested on a farsighted lean of direction. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a change of bursting charge including corruption, transplant, larceny, witnesser intimidation, and to a greater extent thing than I can lean here. A calendar week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the case. The following dayspring Marie and I brought our two children rest home. All was well in the world.


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