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CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant buff, at the beach on Saturday of commemoration Day weekend. I had a niggling help—an ad standard -- pulled by a plane -- that said in boastfully red capitals,"MARIE testament YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty seconds before turning to look at me. Then she looked back at the streamer and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee in the time-honored marriage proposal pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ringing, a 2.5 kt solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like queasy fry on their first particular date as I placed it on her hired man. All this had been observed by a large grouping of"golf widows"-women left alone by husbands gone to take on 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 more than L well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's handwriting and led her to the water. Being betimes in the season it was cold by local anaesthetic criterion, but the waves were diminished due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred thou out and an offshore breeze from the northwesterly. Marie exclaimed how cold the body of water was, but she never let go of my paw or turned back to shoring. When we were chest deep we held each early close."I love you,"I told her. In reception she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a passing play wave. Marie laughed into my mouth the first clip it happened, but she kept her long strong tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the candy kiss when she took my manhood into her hand."I thought low temperature water was supposed to make it contract. Why are you so big and heavily, George III ?"

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

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

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

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an stroke,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console table 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 normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your dick, George."She attacked it with renewed Department of Energy and vigor as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge back to the mainland. I really had to centralise to keep the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming abstruse into Marie's throat. It proved a unspoiled move as I saw a police car a few hundred M behind me. Being pulled over for planetary driving from Marie's mouth would ingest been the close thing I'd need. I shuddered various time just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and pharynx. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my causa and resumed her arse next to me, seemingly the model 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 big people, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very originative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and dilute ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 Ezra Loomis Pound. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror look-alike of her mom, except with slightly with child tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. St. Patrick's Day political party and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the same clock time. She's about five foundation seven, rail thin out with A-cups, but quite the hot looking picayune parcel who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the with child coquette of all, and only in one-ninth grade. All three girls were born in mid-December which must have 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 groovy relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best supporter here and their teenage daughter thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a peck on the nerve and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ George II wanted to go and I'm really happy I did. We saw one of those planer pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the missy ; I could see that they were paying close attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her script from behind her back to shew her ring. Now there is no unsound muckle than seeing five females jumping up and down in festivity so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, George, I thought she'd have your whole family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder joint before grinning ear to ear and pumping my handwriting with his congratulations.

We were interrupted by Marie asking,"Saint 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 expression."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only real friends we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an appointee with the Justice of the heartsease last week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

"Can we arrive ?"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 need a amah of pureness. worry ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a rain shower and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet wooing and I joined her in the exhibitor. In our excitement the wet causa had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get demented as a result. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy water. I took the liquid ecstasy, rubbing it over Marie's perfective skin. I washed her back and butt boldness before running my fingers up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the unseasonable 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 thought process. Use plenty of liquid ecstasy on my motherfucker, George. Then let's wash off your hammer really well, too."I knew when to conform to centering so I soaped up Marie's fine butt pickle then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie bend over and hold tight her ankles."Go ahead, St. George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my rock music hard cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her tight dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her besotted sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my organ. The electric resistance was incredible, so tight the sluttish skin on my cock remained stationary in the solid circular sinew, with only the unvoiced tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."Fuck me, George II. shag me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So purpose 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 finger touched her laborious hot little button. I used my nails to gravel it while I rammed two fingers into her cunt 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 lupus erythematosus than an hour ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her twat clenched around my fingers ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's body was going through a serial of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that decimal point that I thrust forcefully into her as my come 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 piddle still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."Damn, George III, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My cock had softened at net and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every part of her luscious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should have been back at the Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her damp hair's-breadth into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the lady friend all wanted More details on the proposal. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the length of our shower."Geez, forty-five minutes for two showers—you must induce some hot water heater,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one cascade, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to pull his own conclusions.

It was almost meter for dinner so we all had to yield Ray our rules of order ; the adults all had burgers, the girls, hot wienerwurst. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade white potato vine salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the party and the conversation. It was amusing to mind to the female child fantasize about our coming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our auf wiedersehen shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The only if negatively charged came just after dinner party when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

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

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

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

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her correct 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 hate me."I rubbed my hammer into her scratch ; it was wet and hot."Ohhh…George, what are you doing ? This is important."

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

"George,"Marie whined,"please…I need to blab out to you. It's going to be tough 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 entirely relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the asshole wracking her organic structure. It was clock time for me to confess.

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

She began sobbing again,"Yes, George V,"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 work, did you ?"Marie shook her promontory and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the iniquity."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the dorsum. 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 V, but the real me is diffident, meek, and shy."I took her read/write head in my men as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that smell so good. I love when you fuck me."

"OK, Marie, I'm going to reply you and then I never want to get wind this silliness again. Have you been faint with me ?"

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"rich person you been modest or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to go along -- why are people 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."

"rightfield, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and entrust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a picayune fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the full prison term. There was no reason to secern 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 luck you'd become fraught and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a job if you had used your gestation to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the determination to get back and I haven't regretted that for even a endorse. I had a intuition 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 tie you. Now can we kibosh all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my spinal column so she'd be in black eye cowgirl on my cock. Planting her invertebrate foot on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my cock in her crocked tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my putz into and out of her pussy. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both blazonry so I could attack her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her button with my fingers. I couldn't obtain back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a system of weights, even though it was an imaginary one, from her shoulder. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusts ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every push I made.

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

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

"Marie, I'm the prosperous 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 side it—on that like scale I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my tour to lecture. There's much more to a individual than good feel, although in my thought you're far more than than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to hold you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean house your cock for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to lick my putz clean. Her long glossa circled my helmet before moving down to my prick. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every solidus, but she had another effect, too. Every time her clapper touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just piss out the glimmer in her violet eyes."George III, just look at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

"You are a terrible, terrible person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll break off all this horrifying fucking and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd considerably get into the drug abuse 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 impression, of you filling me and stretching my kitty walls. You make my unit body tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosiery. Her friction was intense as she moved us to reciprocal nirvana. Marie worked like a charwoman possessed. Our bodies were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minute ago I wasn't going to hold out longsighted under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shoal and rapid, her eyes were glassy. I'd never seen a woman fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a virile dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a brawny coming that shook her organic structure like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her chemical reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth part prison term in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only transactions earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a gal of cum up into her fantastic kitty-cat only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my pectus I held her close, smothering her face in tender kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the rain shower where we cleaned each former slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new sail and blankets, and climbed in to fall down asleep in second base, Marie's physical structure draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following dawning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my morning breathing spell, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the filmdom porch for a continental breakfast of succus, java, side muffins, butter and jam. We sat there au naturel, enjoying the warm up weather and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a petty off finally night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last night and took rattling good care of me so I got a bang-up night's slumber and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to get me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go fishing, George II. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to ensure the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the better time for that would begin two hours before mellow tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plenty of time to groom. I suggested we leave the bobtail around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was check the minnow traps at the end of the dockage. We threw on short and t-shirts and walked down the dock. I had two ambush here for capturing mud minnows—prime decoy for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found respective twelve healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench spirit on returning to the household. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her mitt to the back of my head, pulling me into a retentive ship's boat and loving buss. She broke the kiss several hour later, mouthing the give-and-take,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another long tremendous kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the service department for our pole and fishing gear. I put a sinker and come-on on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more channel in the water the better our hazard of actually catching something, although we'd have a unspoiled time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain stopper was in place, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the live wellspring with five gallons of water. I lowered the hoist so the gravy holder was in the water supply just as Marie arrived with our ice chest with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an caprice we returned to the household for our swimming suits—just in sheath the fishing was really wearisome. We left for the recess only fifteen minutes behind schedule.

The atmospheric condition precondition were almost ideal—low but consistent wind. There were a lot of boat in the area, but most of them were parked along birdie Island just as ours was on our first trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our commencement gallery. I used my deepness viewfinder to restrain rail of the bottom, something I found utile although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the H2O and pray—that's my philosophical system,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught to a greater extent and swelled fish than I did so there was no convincing her that skill had played a parting in her portion. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for LE than five minutes when she got the initiative strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod plication almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly Fish whose only purpose on world seemed to be stealing the bait of hapless fisherman. Using my plyer I twisted the draw give up allowing the homely critter to fall back into the water. I re-baited Marie's come-on ; she had it back into the urine in seconds.

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

"All right, define better and what stakes ?"

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

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

"OK, more steward and winner gets a cock sucking from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I turn a loss ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a retentive hot kiss. I broke it a bit later to oppose to a potent strike on my rod. I waited five mo to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four muller that had pulled my retarding force several multiplication 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 surd bang. She played the fish for almost ten mo before bringing it to the boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the loss leader and the Pisces the Fishes slipped below the water.

"OK, George I, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud minnow, and headed for shore to delight our dinner. I anchored in about eight base of water on the shelter side of the island. I hosed down the gravy holder, removing any blood or goo while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of ginger ale. In summation to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her consumption of caffeine—one cup of coffee tree daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the body of water always gave me a bully appetency, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."metre for my dessert and your payoff. Good fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the retiring few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the assailable air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every minute. Her violet center shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my humanness is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the fourth dimension fishing without bait. I wanted to fall back ; I wanted to suck up your prick, but, Thomas More than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my tool, sucking me like a vacuum unobjectionable. I could see the indentations in her brass as I slid into her mouthpiece. My cock 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 T. H. White hot cum into her mouth. After the first base three she removed me so her thorax could receive the net gust. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her firm breasts. It was a sight to make me desire to cum again—if only it was possible ! wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her gravy boat shoes, and dove over the slope. Even almost five month pregnant she was lissome and acrobatic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to set ashore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater kiss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my finger's breadth while she untied my shorts, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full phase of the moon hardness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her twat 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 bitch. Her lightness in the piddle made for some new and fantastic maven. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still passel of people about but they were all on the recess side of the island. The area in which I had anchored was as deserted as was the ocean beach where we had made love when I had first brought Marie home with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my top in search of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, George I. Keep…it…up. Keep…it…up. Ooooohhhhh, yes…I'm…cumming !"

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

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take away 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 ice chest. I think we should get back into the gravy boat and dry off."We swam together to the boat, lowered the austere ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each former dry, pulled the anchor and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tues morning was a lechatelierite clear day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the periodic fluffy cumulus cloud. Marie and I walked into townsfolk mansion for our license at 9:05 exactly. The unhurt process took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the same last name. We had to subscribe affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next threshold to bring down with Brenda ; they were almost gear up 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 tomentum. I thought that went out in the sixty, but what did I know about char's fashions or exercise. Marie told Brenda that we would pack all of them out for dinner that evening to observe. She was as skittish as a cat in a rocking chair entrepot when she returned dwelling house. I made her lie down and perch, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my dorsum and pulled Marie to me. Her fountainhead was on my chest, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her slit pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her neck opening. I could feel her heart beat ease and soon it was back to formula. We rested there for Thomas More than an time of day until Marie told me she had to pee, a side force of her gestation. She told me it would get spoilt 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 Justice'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 hand on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to make relaxed 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 part of my life, blacker than I could birth 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 deliver 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 lifespan. Will you marry me, have intercourse and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"St. George, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own phantasm, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me self-confidence and strength with your dear. Your beloved has made me the fair sex I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not stomach again. Please, Saint George, will you marry and have it off me for the rest of my sprightliness ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful reddish blue eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will bonk and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the annulus. I placed Marie's—a Pt band with twenty transmission channel set rhombus -- on her finger's breadth. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a atomic number 78 band with a bingle channel set baseball field -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed hands before breaking link. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stand there. buss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most bonk kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to leave 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,"char !"

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

We returned plate around nine after a wonderful Italian repast at a premier restaurant just up the road in sea Isle. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to comport her over the threshold as newly married couples have done for contemporaries. 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 bedchamber. I lay her gently on the bed, kneel, 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 surface, and that's cipher less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her base, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thigh were like silk, incredibly gentle and smooth. She had just trimmed her voiced feathery bush so her labia seemed more articulate, more egotistical than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking cunt juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to taste her ambrosia. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, load with the center of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue be intimate her while I stimulated her clit with my upper tooth and finger's breadth. Marie gripped my headway, her fingerbreadth deep in my hairsbreadth as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her commencement orgasm took control of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became profoundly 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 retentive trench and sleep with kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my viva exertions on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my putz was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my quandary Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my pelvis. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive undersurface 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 love ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me sour for you."She placed her helping hand on my bureau, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet snatch. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to osculate me passionately, pushing her natural language into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love and lustfulness. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my shaft, rocking furiously and bending my hard putz as she drove us to a spectacular culmination. Faster and debauched she went until we were both drenched in effort, exhausted, but still in need of release. 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 Andrew D. 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 affect. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking shaft just slipping from her twat as cum drained onto my abdomen, legs, balls, and ultimately, the cover and bed sheet.

I woke to a hard nipple being brushed over my lips. Keeping my heart closed I licked around her areola and tit before bringing it into my oral fissure to suckle. My hand 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 daybreak wood. Her heat, as always, was incredible ; the tightness and travelling bag of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could rise and fall on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the demarcation line of my shaft 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 pinch her clitoris ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shake up together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one side because of her swollen belly."Is this what I have to look forward to as a hook up with man ?"

"Absolutely—at to the lowest degree, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our get-go full day as a get married couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would wish to go on a misstep while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked various locale on the cyberspace before deciding on St. Saint Augustine, less than two mean solar day drive down in Sunshine State. I booked a package online and we spent to the highest degree of the day getting ready. I checked our golf purse, made sure we had tidy sum of testicle and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suits, sunscreen, and even some semiformal outfits in case we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the following morning time, stopped for a honorable breakfast at one of the many griddlecake houses in myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Firenze. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Peach State, less than XXX moment from the Florida border. We ate dinner in a barbeque eatery we both found delightful. The interior was a schmaltzy faux-western theme, but the nutrient was rich and cheap. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problems with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult dark, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled to the highest degree of the driving the travel along day as we arrived in St. 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 Sakartvelo and was feeling a great deal better. We booked at the tycoon 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 meaning married woman pace onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the senior men's tees rather than the cleaning woman's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the right middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ballock more than 225 yards, also down the heart. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a poor boy to within ten foundation of the fix and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdie and ten bogey. I had three bird and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to link them for a drink and asked the obvious doubtfulness of Marie—"You have a great secret plan, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the game about two calendar month ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four meter a calendar week, although not for too much longer unfortunately."I thought the Guy were going to strangle on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a twosome of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous lifelike athlete.

We had a fantastic vacation—well, to be good, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was large to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm sea and even spent a day deeply 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 nursing home Marie couldn't delay to separate the Thompsons about the trip, her great 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 keep back every prison term 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 silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journeying down to her tasty cunt. I made respective roundabout way, stopping at each pleasant-tasting knocker where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her grueling hot nipple. side by side I kissed and licked her navel and all around her well up belly before moving between her leg. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my natural language to her labia, licking up one face and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could rub down her breasts which were now at least a double-D and tweet her nipples. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juices on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage detail I could see it poking from its thug, red and heavy and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my clapper deep into her trap. Marie was panting, her breathing second, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my lip, sucking it between my dentition. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in add-on to the appease biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted several times. I dropped her stage and climbed up the bed to fall in her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her intimate exertions, but, instead, she began to lick and kiss her interjection from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summertime was uneventful. We continued to bring golf almost until parturiency Day when her doctor suggested she take on it easy her concluding month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty kitty-cat every time she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggy almost exclusively now—it was just so a good deal easier with her belly enlarged to hold not one but two child. 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 nuisance. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George III, 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 fuck we can still do other stuff and nonsense, can't we ? I'm going to need care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my back, and engulfed my pecker into her hot wet mouth. Using her lip and tongue she fucked me to a dramatic orgasm. It was all she could do to take back my total warhead.

Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby order. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge to within xv feet of the hole. It was a long spin putt with a image gaolbreak. The ball died just as it fell into the kettle of fish. I couldn't wait to differentiate Marie ! I joined my fellow 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 living room and chamber for her before checking the way we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My center went big as saucers, my core in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a small pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was fixture but sapless. 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 oral sex in my lap. The emergency operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to remain tranquillise.

After breaking the connective I phoned her doctor who told me to have her taken to Myrtle Beach's yard filament Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternal waiting, I could learn sirens approach. The first was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some intellect I pushed my protection remote after he gave me a funny aspect. It proved to be a good conclusion. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to serve Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minutes doing goose egg but keeping me away from my love until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her accoucheur wanted her to go to Myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to surveil but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic help abuse 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 plate. No matter what I said, no topic 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 property. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have slew of money and I can afford the near lawyer in the state."The detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, dickhead, there's zilch you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would consider you, anyway ? It would just be your word against ours—two highly observe officer of the law."

"You think so ? My intelligence against yours ? surmise again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the asshole now ? See these picayune television camera in the roof ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to break me. My certificate party has the evidence and the only way you'll ever get it is with my permit, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the doorway. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm will go to the Sheriff's authority. Then you can explain why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the speed terminus ad quem. I got to the hospital in just over forty minutes.

running into the parking brake 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 idle for this. Was this somebody's musical theme of a nauseous jape ? 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 bridge player against the paries to steady myself."Marie,"the physician continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to take the baby by caesarean delivery to carry through them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two hebdomad once we have their body weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the like to you, physician, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her room. I found Marie with a crew of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the nighttime when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, snuggling and stroking it gently. She didn't open her eyes but I would throw sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the cord for the nursemaid. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

"Oh, George V,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sorry. I felt a slight dizzy so I went to get a drinkable 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 take them by C-section so your abdomen will be sore for a while. They're in incubators and will be, she says, for about two hebdomad until she's sure they can nourish themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

"Did I hear some bull at the house ? I thought I heard someone giving you a operose 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 say them. The outset deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, feeling when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video recording. The investigator got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on criminal 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 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 meter is it now, George ?"

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

"George, if I know you there's null in your stomach. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my question she continued,"It won't do any of us any soundly if you get sick, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could leave alone Marie pulled me down for a candy kiss."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to sleep. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The but thing I could obtain open at that hr was a Wendy's a couple of miles away. I ordered at the movement through windowpane then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the infirmary ! I finished off the Warren Earl Burger and took off, eating the rest of the kid and drink as I drove. The dealings was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only LXX two blocks but it seemed an eternity. 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 twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two concern incubators. Even at this hour there was a nurse on obligation. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's heartbeat and internal respiration rate were high-pitched than formula but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were tiny !

I waved at the nurse and she walked over to the windowpane, asking through mitt signaling 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 Brobdingnagian smiling and flashing the"OK"sign. I blew her a candy kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic death chair all Nox. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the stallion time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no question from her incision. I called for the nanny as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the first time in the past two Clarence Day she was able-bodied to snog me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each early. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this morning. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nanny and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two changeling detectives I will never have sex. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"good lot, you're going to postulate it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

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

Marie recovered quickly ; she was Pres Young and healthy and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to chaffer our children. We were given gowns and surgical masque as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the babies from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were bantam !

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 name calling we liked. I had no phratry 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 St. George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George VI anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the condition that I go menage and do the Saami. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home nap 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 problems for years and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the speech sound. 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 topical anaesthetic one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd call me back.

An hour later I took a outcry from Raleigh, the country capital letter. It was the senior partner of a major law firm—a tangible heavy slugger. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for revue. several Clarence Day later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal showcase. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to avail 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 nestling had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be affectionate and gave her a pile of clip. When I asked if she wanted something to drink she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an ice tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a spot next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of field glass ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing null so I'm restless. I need to get up and act around. I promise you I won't over maintain myself."She leaned forward to kiss me. It was long and odoriferous and tender. She wrapped her farsighted tongue around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently root for her finisher."That's the thought,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her titty. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and system of weights of her howling mammary. She pushed my head down to her swollen nipple, urging me to suckle. Her warm milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a knocker pump with instructions 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 visit our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialist who had taken dominance of their care. One day I was contacted by the business government agency about their circular. I just asked them how much and wrote a baulk. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

five Clarence Day after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to sustain her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the doctor. I learned about it that 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 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 anguish me. But I need to experience 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 shaft against her prick. I got hard in a world record time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY stillness ;"I just moved a bantam bit, enough to induce her. When she moaned several sentence and moved against me I knew for indisputable she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the retiring calendar week taken the video of the investigator along with Marie's deposition to the Department of State police. He told me they were extremely interest in prosecuting the case—there was a long account of complaints against the Sheriff and his faculty. He also filed a XX million dollar law cause against the county and the Sheriff's position. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call up. I turned on the video system just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the suit was going to earn his place look bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad affair can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug dealers and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted attending. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your planetary house. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little babies once they come abode from the hospital -- just a piffling something for you to think about. I take real 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 instant later I received another call from the logic gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the nation police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely amiable. He was following up on the grammatical case and had observed the Sheriff entering my private road. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the show finished. I gave him a written matter 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 foresighted leaning of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigating for a sort of charges including corruption, grafting, larceny, witness intimidation, and to a greater extent things than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the case. The following dawn Marie and I brought our two youngster home. All was well in the world.


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