I initially wrote and posted this, the final part of this level, several yr ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my Charles Herbert Best fib, but it is good if you like schmaltzy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of chronicle. The easygoing way to do that is to click on `` Author 's List '' and then to click on `` number of taradiddle. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the tilt. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four month pregnant lover, at the beach on Sat of Memorial Day weekend. I had a small help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a sheet -- that said in gravid red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the standard for almost thirty endorsement before turning to front 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 affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat Pezophaps solitaria in a Pt setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their first particular date as I placed it on her hired man. All this had been observed by a large radical of"golf widows"-women left alone by hubby gone to play golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her maternity. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the region and soon we were surrounded by Thomas More than 50 well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the H2O. Being early in the season it was cold by local measure, but the waves were small due to a George Sand bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore snap from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how inhuman the piss was, but she never let go of my script or turned back to shore. When we were bureau trench we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot candy kiss punctuated by an occasional salty violation from a passing wafture. Marie laughed into my mouth the start time it happened, but she kept her hanker firm tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately recognize her paw running up the leg of my causa. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my humanity into her hired hand."I thought cold H2O was supposed to make it shrivel. Why are you so big and concentrated, George ?"

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

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

We walked up the beach mitt in hand. Back at our chair I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular eubstance. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to gather our chairperson, umbrella, and ice chest and, with a moving ridge to the chemical group of women, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hand up the leg of my swimwear again."I thought you were going to wait until we got base for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an fortuity,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard peter 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 shaft."Mmmm, a little piquant than formula, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed vim and vigor as her headland bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridgework back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to keep the SUV in the gist of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good movement as I saw a police force car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for quicksilver drive from Marie's oral cavity would stimulate been the finally thing I'd indigence. I shuddered several sentence just before spewing hot cum into her sassing and throat. Using that delicious clapper she wiped me scavenge, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her seat adjacent to me, seemingly the manikin of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their back chiliad. The Homer Thompson are great the great unwashed, but when it came to naming their daughter they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five animal foot ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local gamey school. She is the mirror icon of her mom, except with slightly larger teat, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big babe or close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. St. Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my optic and smiling at me at the same time. She's about five foot seven, rail tenuous with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a putz in their gasp regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the swelled dalliance of all, and only in ninth course. All three girls were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some raving mad St. Pat's political party when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a great relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best booster here and their teenage daughter thought of Marie as an honorary Old babe. 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 ring. ‘ Saint George wanted to go and I'm really gladiola I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a streamer and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying close up 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 back to present her ring. Now there is no worse sight than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to aim a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, George II, I thought she'd have your whole family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful poke in the articulatio humeri before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday afternoon at three ; we have to get our licence Tues morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked formula."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Thompson are the only real ally we have so it's going to be a really small ceremonial occasion. I made an fitting with the Justice of the peacefulness live on calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could respond Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to demand a housemaid of award. 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 sign. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the shower. In our fervor the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get crazy as a resultant. I held her close, rubbing her peel as we luxuriated in the steamy urine. I took the liquid ecstasy, rubbing it over Marie's perfective tense hide. I washed her back and butt impertinence before running my fingerbreadth up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the wrongfulness berth, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be unloose of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thought. Use deal of soap on my asshole, George II. Then let's rinse your cock really well, too."I knew when to follow counselling so I soaped up Marie's ok backside yap then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie flex over and clutch her articulatio talocruralis."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower paries as I stepped behind her, my rock operose shaft poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my pecker forced its way into her wet dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my violation. Her tight sphincter muscle gripped my cock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was incredible, so tight the loose pelt on my cock remained stationary in the strong circular muscle, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible climax."Fuck me, George. nookie me strong,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrusting with one of her own. So purport was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and filch her clitoris, but she found out quickly enough when my digit touched her hard hot niggling button. I used my nails to nettle it while I rammed two digit into her cunt in hunting of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wondrous blowjob less than an hour ago. I felt her ass Menachem Begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my digit ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's body was going through a series of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that peak that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to flop as my orgasm 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 pee still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hr as we recovered."Damn, George, that was some incredible coming,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My hammer had softened at go and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my invertebrate foot, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking fourth dimension to pat dry every part of her luscious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should take in been back at the Benjamin Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her mute hair into a ponytail as we walked out the threshold.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the fille all wanted More point on the proposal. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the duration of our cascade."Geez, xlv minutes for two showers—you must receive some hot water 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,"Forty-five 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 orders ; the adults all had burgers, the girls, hot cad. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to hear to the girls fantasize about our approaching wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hired hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good day shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only negative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't worry, favourite, I can multitask—fucking you with my stopcock and listening with my ears."I made my initial thrusting, driving almost six inches into her satiny pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, St. George, but the substantial me is timid, spiritless, and shy."I took her mind in my hands as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so goodness. 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 unsure with me ?"

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"wealthy person you been meek or shy ?"

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

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

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

"Right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our kinship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as a lot as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a minuscule fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the stallion metre. 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 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 cunt. I knew when I did that there was a chance you'd become pregnant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might cause been a job if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- call up ? I made the decisiveness to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a minute. 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 splice you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the nookie ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in turn cowgirl on my stopcock. Planting her ft on the bed Marie began to do work me, bending my cock in her tight tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my shaft into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help oneself her. I reached around with both limb so I could attack her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingerbreadth. I couldn't take hold back and neither could she. Our discourse had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight unit, even though it was an imaginary one, from her shoulder joint. Marie arched her back before falling onto my dresser, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My stab ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every push button I made.

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

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

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

"Now it's my round to reproof. There's much more to a somebody than good looks, although in my thought you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your cock for you then we'll get some eternal rest. Marie pushed me onto my back to clobber my cock clean. Her long tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my spear. She licked up from the nucleotide cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another issue, too. Every time her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just pee out the gleam in her violet eyes."St. George, just looking at 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 fearful, terrible person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly waitress 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 lay off fuck you. You'd better get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my pecker up and down her dent 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 tone, of you filling me and stretching my kitty-cat walls. You make my unanimous soundbox tingle—and then it gets so a great deal better."Her clapper penetrated my oral cavity, wrapping itself around mine as she began to shake. My erecting felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual Eden. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our body were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a wad. Even though I had cum only bit ago I wasn't going to end farseeing under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her eyes were vitreous. I'd never seen a woman nookie like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a manly dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a potent orgasm that shook her body like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth part meter in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only hour earlier—but it was sensory as I poured what seemed like a gal of cum up into her wonderful pussy only to induce it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my breast I held her close, smothering her brass in tender kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the exhibitor where we cleaned each early slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new rag and mantle, and climbed in to return asleep in seconds, Marie's organic structure draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the take after sunup, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my break of day intimation, 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 muffin, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm atmospheric condition and the light cinch until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your business organisation, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a minuscule off last night—the fervor of the day, perhaps, but Saint George put me to bed last night and took real full care of me so I got a groovy night's eternal rest and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to take up me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go fishing, George III. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would angle for flounder by drifting in the recess and the best time for that would begin two hours before richly lunar time period and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plenitude of fourth dimension to train. I suggested we leave the bob around 1:30 so we'd be on place by 2:00. All I had to do was check the Phoxinus phoxinus traps at the end of the wharf. We threw on shorts and tee shirt and walked down the dock. I had two ambuscade here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( trematode for you from the northeast ). I found several XII salubrious specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the workbench intent on returning to the firm. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my point, pulling me into a foresightful attendant and loving candy kiss. She broke the kiss various minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My answer was simple—I pulled her back into another yearn wonderful kiss.

We returned to the sign of the zodiac later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rod cell and tackle. I put a sinker and hook on each rod. I planned to take four—the more telephone circuit in the urine the better our opportunity of actually catching something, although we'd have a undecomposed time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drainage ballyhoo was in place, and put about three twelve mud minnows into the dwell well with five gallons of body of water. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the pee just as Marie arrived with our ice chest with boozing and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the planetary house for our swim suits—just in guinea pig the fishing was really slow. We left for the inlet only 15 minutes behind schedule.

The weather consideration were almost ideal—low but consistent hint. There were a lot of boat in the area, but almost of them were parked along chick Island just as ours was on our first of all tripper here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our low gear drift. I used my depth finder to keep racecourse of the bottom, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your come-on in the H2O and pray—that's my ism,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and enceinte fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a piece in her hazard. Today proved to be no elision. We had drifted for less than five minutes when she got the world-class strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the claw deep. I watched her rod crook 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 world seemed to be stealing the lure of pitiful fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the crotchet dislodge allowing the homely critter to fall back into the urine. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, define practiced and what stakes ?"

"I'll bet you I catch Sir Thomas More fish than you."

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

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a foresightful hot kiss. I broke it a instant later to react to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag respective time 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 bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a hard tap. She played the Pisces the Fishes for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the drawing card and the Pisces slipped below the water.

"OK, George II, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud Phoxinus phoxinus, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner party. I anchored in about eight fundament of water on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any rakehell or goo while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some mess, and two potty of powdered ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her intake of caffeine—one cup of deep brown daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a not bad appetence, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."clock time for my dessert and your reward. Good sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the yesteryear few irregular. It pulsed with every pulsation in the give air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye impinging every second. Her purple eyes shone like stars in the nighttime as she swallowed my manhood is a unmarried gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split second base. 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 fourth dimension fishing without bait. I wanted to turn a loss ; I wanted to nurse your putz, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the undecided, where there is a prospect of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my tool, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. I could see the pitting in her cheek as I slid into her mouth. My peter popped from the suction when she released me. All the while that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to establish. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her sassing. After the first three she removed me so her pectus could receive the terminal eruption. She rubbed the sticky fluid all over the tops of her house breasts. It was a sight to do me want to cum again—if only it was potential ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat horseshoe, and dive over the English. Even almost five months meaning she was lithe and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to fall in her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an submerged candy kiss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her cause aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my bole, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full-of-the-moon callousness. She broke the candy kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her pussycat fully approachable to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was pull her closing curtain to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her lightness in the pee made for some new and fantastical ace. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of the great unwashed about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The domain in which I had anchored was as deserted as was the sea beach where we had made love when I had first brought Marie home with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my altitude in hunting of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, St. 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 blissfulness. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her principal."What about you, Saint George ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did withdraw care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your pharynx. I'd have to be 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 boat and dry off."We swam together to the boat, lowered the austere ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the anchorman and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a quartz decipherable day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolinas blue, punctuated with the occasional fluffy cumulus cloud cloud. Marie and I walked into township manse for our licence at 9:05 exactly. The whole process took us about 40 minutes, mainly because we shared the same survive name. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood relation. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to inspect with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with crimper in their hair. I thought that went out in the 1960s, but what did I know about women's fashions or exercise. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to keep. She was as skittish as a cat in a rocking chair store when she returned home. I made her lie down and breathe, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her drumhead was on my chest, her arm across my trunk, her leg over mine so her twat pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her pilus as I massaged her neck. I could feel her heart cadence ease and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for more than an minute until Marie told me she had to pee, a side event of her pregnancy. She told me it would get regretful as she neared to the full term.

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

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

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a timid black eye, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me self-confidence and force with your love. Your making love has made me the char I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not brave out again. Please, St. George, will you marry and love me for the sleep of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet center, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will fuck and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the annulus. I placed Marie's—a platinum dance orchestra with twenty epithelial duct set ball field -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or neural. Marie took my ring—a Pt stria with a unity channel set baseball field -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed bridge player before breaking tangency. 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 cutter, most loving kiss yet. We broke it only when the DoJ said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to depart and found Tracey bawling like a sister. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove home to an impromptu party in the Thompson'back yard. We removed our cause coats and loosened our ties as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine-coloured. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to languish a few 60 minutes before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful strait !

We returned abode around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a prime minister eatery just up the road in Ocean islet. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to extend her over the threshold as newly married twosome have done for generation. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any former way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her article of clothing."I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the airfoil, and that's nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her feet, losing my own dress as I moved up her legs. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly soft and fluent. She had just trimmed her soft feathery Bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more swollen-headed than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to try her ambrosia. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, ladened with the essence of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her loaded velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few second I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clitoris with my upper teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my head teacher, her fingerbreadth deep in my hair as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first coming took ascendency of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became mysterious and more regular.

"I love you so much, darling,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a farseeing deep and loving osculation. Her long natural language swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral exertions on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my peter was throbbing with every split second. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my rachis 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, my making love ; I live to love you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me turn 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 clit into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her glossa into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an verbalism of her erotic love and lecherousness. Breaking the candy kiss, Marie really went to work on my prick, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a spectacular climax. Faster and truehearted she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in demand of liberation. I could feel the familiar churning Begin in my orchis."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot white sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George, I can feel your cum shooting into me. It's too much…I'm going to…CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !"Marie collapsed onto me. We were both too drained to even strike. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, stage, egg, and ultimately, the blanket and flat solid.

I woke to a punishing mamilla being brushed over my lips. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her ring of color and nipple before bringing it into my lip to lactate. My script found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak early than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning Mrs. Henry Wood. Her heat, as always, was unbelievable ; the tightness and traction of her pussy on my hammer, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could rise and shine on my dick. She lifted herself almost to the limit of my prick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could feel a stirring in my loins. I reached up to rub and nobble her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her school principal 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 await forward to as a married man ?"

"Absolutely—at to the lowest degree, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, quick for our get-go full day as a tie 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 tripper. We checked several locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two Clarence Day drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bagful, made sure we had plenty of formal and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suits, sun blocker, and even some semi-formal outfit in case we had the opportunity to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the following morning, stopped for a serious breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in Vinca minor Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, GA, less than XXX min from the Sunshine State border. We ate dinner in a barbecue eating house we both found delightful. The interior was a kitschy faux-western theme, but the nutrient was plentiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having decent problems with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled about of the driving the survey day as we arrived in St. Saint Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a unit of ammunition 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 course at the World golf Village designed by Arnold Palmer and jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife step onto the first-class honours degree tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the senior men's tee rather than the women's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the right middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her musket ball more than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a poor boy to within ten metrical foot of the maw and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two shuttlecock and ten bogies. I had three birdie and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very tidy 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to unite them for a drunkenness and asked the obvious interrogative sentence of Marie—"You have a majuscule game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"Saint George introduced me to the plot about two calendar month ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four clip a week, although not for too much longer unfortunately."I thought the guy wire were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a dyad of calendar month, but Marie I had learned was a awful natural athlete.

We had a terrific vacation—well, to be fair, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was expectant to get away. We played golf game, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day oceanic abyss sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull dolphin while I got skunked, losing three fish near the boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to enjoin the Thompsons about the stumble, her slap-up golfing, and how she beat me sportfishing. 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 harbour every sentence we went fishing."Of course of instruction, 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 silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty twat. I made several detours, stopping at each delightful bosom where I licked my way around each bumpy ring of color and her operose hot nipples. Next I kissed and licked her omphalus and all around her swollen abdominal cavity before moving between her branch. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one face and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her titty which were now at least a double-D and hint her nipple. I licked Marie's dent, soaking up her succus on my knife.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage degree I could see it poking from its punk, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my knife deep into her cakehole. Marie was panting, her breathing maverick, when I finally relented, taking her clitoris into my lip, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair's-breadth out as her heat overcame her. When I licked and sucked in add-on to the gruntle biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my look as she squirted several times. 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 typeface. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to run golf almost until travail Day when her doctor suggested she take it easy her final examination month. We still fished several clip a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every time she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until confinement Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so much easier with her belly enlarged to support not one but two infant. It was Friday night, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in pain. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, it's not too bad. I can charter it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of determination in her typeface,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do early stuff, can't we ? I'm going to withdraw attention of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my vertebral column, and engulfed my tool into her hot wet oral fissure. Using her mouth and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular sexual climax. It was all she could do to swallow my entire lading.

Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's conference at a nearby night club. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard driveway, a 230-yard fairway nightclub, and a lob wedge to within fifteen metrical unit of the hole. It was a long whirl putting with a double breaking. The ball died just as it fell into the fix. I couldn't wait to recite Marie ! I joined my young man golfers for dejeuner and a few beers before driving home base. 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 life 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 centre went big as saucers, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the base in a low consortium 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 garage door with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's head word in my lap. The emergency operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to remain calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her doctor who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's Grand Strand Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear sirens approach. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some grounds I pushed my security remote after he gave me a funny story facial expression. It proved to be a in effect conclusion. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for 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 Vinca minor Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the surrogate. Shortly thereafter, two police detective entered and began interrogating me—a defendant in a domestic vilification case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas receipt from a purchase I'd made on the way home. No thing 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 forbearance."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either apprehend me or get the Inferno off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have lot of money and I can afford the best attorney in the state."The detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, asshole, there's nothing you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your news against ours—two highly abide by officeholder of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? Guess again—this whole sequence is on video, so who's the asshole now ? See these little cameras in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your lieutenant arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security caller has the evidence and the just way you'll ever get it is with my permit, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the door. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the consternation will go to the Sheriff's federal agency. 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 speeding limit. I got to the hospital in just over forty minutes.

running game into the emergency elbow 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 respective hr. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this person's thought of a sick joke ? Eventually, 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 wall to stabilise myself."Marie,"the Doctor of the Church continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be o.k.. I had to take the babies by caesarian to hold open them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're tidy and should be out in about two workweek once we have their soundbox weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few time of day yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the focusing of her room. I found Marie with a bunch of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a president, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the Night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't open her middle but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her middle, turned her top dog, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the cord for the nurse. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

She removed some of the tubes—those that were helping Marie breathe and checked her vitals."You two can talk for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can severalise them. The first lieutenant gave me a peculiar, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The investigator got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on disk. I'm going to contact 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 baby. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, Saint George ?"

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

"George I, 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 trade good if you get cast, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could go forth Marie pulled me down for a osculation."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to catch some Z's. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The but thing I could find receptive at that hr was a Wendy's a couple of miles away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't service myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the Warren Burger and took off, eating the remainder of the french fries and wassail as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the terminus ad quem all the way. It was only seventy two occlusion but it seemed an timeless existence. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty lobby. A security guard tried to hold on me but I told him I still had two counterpart to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the greenhouse. I stood outside, staring at the two occupied brooder. Even at this time of day there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my youngster's heartbeat and internal respiration pace were high than rule but habitue. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were petite !

I waved at the nurse and she walked over to the window, asking through hand 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 huge grin and flashing the"OK"mansion. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable credit card electric chair all night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the total time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubt from her incision. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the first gear time in the past two sidereal day 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 other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this dawn. 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 scowl when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two imbecile detectives I will never live. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good circumstances, you're going to require it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the room less than ten bit and when they left they walked compensate past me without saying a word. They may induce been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a prospicient shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was unseasoned and sizable and unassailable. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to confab our nipper. We were given gown and surgical masquerade party as well as masking for my horseshoe. We couldn't take the babe from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close facial expression. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her way Marie was helped back into the bed."wellspring, 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 mob that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no outdoor influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on Saint George anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the condition that I go place and do the Saame. 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 problem for long time and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the phone. I'd used a local anesthetic attorney when I purchased my theater 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 hour later I took a cry from Sir Walter Ralegh, the DoS capital. It was the fourth-year partner of a major law firm—a real sound hitter. We spoke for almost an 60 minutes ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for revaluation. respective Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later he called again. We definitely had both a strong polite and felonious case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help oneself her into the house and I made her promise not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our fry had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfy on the couch, brought her a little blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a piling of magazine publisher. 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 ice tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to slip away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a touch adjacent to her. I sat and she took my hired hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not pee-pee of glass ; I'm not going to break in. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing zero so I'm restless. I need to get up and strike around. I promise you I won't over exercise myself."She leaned forward to snog me. It was hanker and mellisonant and ship's boat. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my buttock as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently rip her finisher."That's the melodic theme,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her boob. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her swell up nipple, urging me to suckle. Her warm milk trickled into my lip."They gave me a bosom pump with instructions to use it three or four times a day, but I had a intimately thought ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to impose our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an hr, questioning the nurse and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control of their care. One day I was contacted by the business spot about their bill. I just asked them how much and wrote a cheque. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five day after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to hold 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 puss."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to suffer 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 cock against her slit. I got hard in a human race book time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY hush ;"I just moved a diminutive bit, enough to provoke her. When she moaned respective multiplication and moved against me I knew for surely she was going to be just fine.

My lawyer had, over the retiring week taken the video of the police detective along with Marie's deposition to the state police. He told me they were extremely worry in prosecuting the case—there was a farsighted history of complaints against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty million dollar mark law causa against the county and the Sheriff's berth. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a telephone call from the logic gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call off. I turned on the picture arrangement just before opening the door.

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

"Bad things can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug dealer and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to result your star sign. And, who knows what might encounter to your wife and those two little babies once they come home from the hospital -- just a little something for you to think about. I take tangible good care of my male child and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another margin call from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my 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 original was for my attorney. Three mean solar day later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot tec, were arrested on a long list of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a multifariousness of charges including corruption, graft, thievery, viewer deterrence, and Sir Thomas More matter than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The undermentioned morning Marie and I brought our two children nursing home. All was well in the world.


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