I initially wrote and posted this, the last part of this story, several days ago, but it seems to possess gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my comfortably story, but it is dependable if you like mushy amatory sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my leaning of stories. The easy way to do that is to click on `` Author 's leaning '' and then to sink in on `` bit of fib. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the listing. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four month meaning buff, at the beach on Sat of Memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an publicizing banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in big red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty moment before turning to take care at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one human knee in the time-honoured proposal of marriage affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a Pt setting. We were both shaking like aflutter kids on their first date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a large group of"golf widows"-women left alone by husbands gone to represent golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the area and soon we were surrounded by more than l well-wisher. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's manus and led her to the water. Being early in the time of year it was cold by local touchstone, but the waves were small due to a gumption bar perhaps five hundred K out and an offshore breeze from the northwestern United States. Marie exclaimed how cold the weewee was, but she never let go of my deal or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reaction she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty violation from a passage wave. Marie laughed into my backtalk the first clock time it happened, but she kept her recollective strong clapper wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately agnize her handwriting running up the leg of my courting. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her hired hand."I thought cold body of water was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and hard, George ?"

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

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

We walked up the beach script in hand. Back at our professorship I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular trunk. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to gather our chairperson, umbrella, and cooler and, with a wafture to the group of charwoman, 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 look until we got house for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock disembarrass. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her spit ran rophy around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little salty than normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed 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 concentrate to go along the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a in force move as I saw a constabulary car a few hundred cubic yard behind me. Being pulled over for temperamental driving from Marie's mouth would let been the finish thing I'd penury. I shuddered various times just before spewing hot cum into her mouthpiece and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her bum succeeding to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our drive we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Homer Armstrong Thompson and their three girls—in their punt yard. The Thompsons are big multitude, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and thin ; Ray isn't very much taller but goes at least 240 British pound sterling. Fortunately, the little girl all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local gamey school. She is the mirror image of her mom, except with slightly gravid tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie family with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big baby or finish confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh mark. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. St. Patrick's Day company and grinding her ass into my putz while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the like time. She's about five fundament seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a hawkshaw in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest vamp of all, and only in ninth grade. All three girls were born in mid-December which must take in 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 swell relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and unspoilt Friend here and their teenage daughter thought of Marie as an honorary aged sister. Marie gave me a pile on the impertinence and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her mitt and ring. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really beaming I did. We saw one of those woodworking plane pulling a streamer and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the miss ; I could see that they were paying closelipped attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her handwriting from behind her back to show her mob. Now there is no defective sight than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to need a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About shag meter, George VI, I thought she'd have your whole crime syndicate before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my bridge player with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday good afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tues morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked expression."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Benjamin Thompson are the but real friend we have so it's going to be a really modest ceremony. I made an designation with the jurist of the pacification last week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could answer Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to want a maid of honor. Interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the exhibitioner. In our excitement the wet lawsuit had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a result. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy water supply. I took the scoop, rubbing it over Marie's perfective tense skin. I washed her back and butt impertinence before running my finger's breadth up and down her cranny."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin getting in the wrong places, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be free of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thought. Use wad of grievous bodily harm on my dickhead, George I. Then let's rinse your cock really well, too."I knew when to follow focal point so I soaped up Marie's OK rear hole then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie turn away over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower bulwark as I stepped behind her, my rock hard cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my tool forced its way into her fuddled iniquity cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her mean sphincter muscle gripped my shaft like vise-like fingerbreadth squeezing and constricting my harmonium. The resistance was incredible, so tight the loose skin on my cock remained stationary in the strong throwaway musculus, with only the arduous tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."shtup me, George. Fuck me heavy,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So intent was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and cabbage her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her hard hot little button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two fingerbreadth into her puss in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's grand cock sucking to a lesser extent than an 60 minutes ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her cunt clenched around my digit ; her climax was coming on firm. Marie's body was going through a series of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my ejaculate jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to prostration as my sexual climax continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to go along. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my putz still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our organic structure.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an time of day as we recovered."shit, George V, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My cock had softened at endure and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my foundation, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our exhibitor. I dried Marie lovingly, taking clock 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 Benjamin Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her damp tomentum into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the daughter all wanted more than particular on the proposal. Ray, in his common sarcastic personal manner commented on the distance of our shower."Geez, forty-five hour for two showers—you must induce some hot pee 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 outstrip I replied,"forty-five minutes—one shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to tie his own conclusions.

It was almost clock time for dinner so we all had to give Ray our orders ; the adults all had beefburger, the missy, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed fleeceable salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the fellowship and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the fille fantasize about our upcoming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her script up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our cheerio 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 temper continued at home as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my forget side with Marie spooned in nominal head of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the soupcon of Marie's skin and experiencing it from school principal to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in silence for almost 30 hour when I heard the barest whisper,"Are you awake, St. George ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't concern, dearie, I can multitask—fucking you with my turncock and listening with my ears."I made my initial thrust, driving almost six inch into her silken pussy.

"Saint George,"Marie whined,"please…I penury to let the cat out of the bag to you. It's going to be difficult enough without you fucking me."

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

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

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

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

"It was easy, Marie. Wanton char use sex all the time—not only at home, but at oeuvre, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sex at body of work, did you ?"Marie shook her read/write head and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was trade name new—it still had the tag on the vertebral column. 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, but the rattling me is timid, spiritless, and shy."I took her read/write head in my manus as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so near. I love when you fuck me."

"OK, Marie, I'm going to answer you and then I never want to try this silliness again. Have you been timid with me ?"

"Umm…no, St. George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does find wonderful, but to continue -- why are hoi polloi meek, cautious, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"right hand, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our kinship ? You're not afraid because you love and confide me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a footling fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the stallion fourth dimension. There was no ground to evidence 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 significant 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 prospect you'd become significant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the decision to get along back and I haven't regretted that for even a second. I had a hunch you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and love what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't postponement to marry you. Now can we finish all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my vertebral column so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my cock. Planting her ft on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my hammer in her soaked tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my cock into and out of her bitch. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clitoris with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clitoris with my finger. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. Our word had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight, even though it was an notional one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her coming sending shockwaves through her eubstance. 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 slit with every push I made.

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

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

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

"Now it's my turn to scold. There's much more to a mortal than good facial expression, although in my opinion you're far Sir Thomas More than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to receive 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 sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to lick my tool clean. Her yearn tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the Qaeda cleansing me with every cerebrovascular accident, but she had another effect, too. Every time her clapper touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just get out the gleam in her violet middle."George, just look at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

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

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd proficient get into the riding habit 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 notion, of you filling me and stretching my pussy wall. You make my whole body tingle—and then it gets so a great deal better."Her natural language penetrated my back talk, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was vivid as she moved us to common nirvana. Marie worked like a adult female possessed. Our bodies were covered in effort ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only transactions ago I wasn't going to go foresightful under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shallow and speedy, her eyes were vitrified. I'd never seen a adult female fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a manlike dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a powerful orgasm that shook her body like a foliage in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the climax ruled over her. Her response was all it took for me to cum my twenty-five percent time in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only instant earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum up into her marvellous pussycat only to give it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her face in legal tender kisses.

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


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following first light, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a longsighted tongue-laden osculation which I welcomed despite my aurora breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen porch for a continental breakfast of juice, coffee tree, English people muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the lovesome conditions and the lightheaded gentle wind until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robes and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen door. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said nothing, 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 concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a picayune off last night—the exhilaration of the day, perhaps, but George IV put me to bed last night and took real effective care of me so I got a great Night's sleep and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to aim me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go fishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to tick off the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the upright prison term for that would set out two hours before high tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the recess so we had stack of time to prepare. I suggested we leave the dockage around 1:30 so we'd be on place by 2:00. All I had to do was moderate the Phoxinus phoxinus traps at the end of the bobtail. We threw on drawers and tee shirt and walked down the dock. I had two cakehole here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several 12 healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench spirit on returning to the theatre. Marie patted the derriere so I joined her as she put her helping hand to the back of my oral sex, pulling me into a long stamp and loving osculation. She broke the kiss several minutes later, mouthing the discussion,"Thank you."My answer was simple—I pulled her back into another farsighted wonderful kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rod cell and fishing rig. I put a sinker and lure on each rod. I planned to fetch four—the more lines in the water the better our probability of actually catching something, although we'd have a skillful prison term together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain plug was in post, and put about three XII mud minnows into the experience well with five gallons of water. I lowered the hoist so the sauceboat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our ice chest with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an impulse we returned to the house for our swim suits—just in subject the fishing was really dense. We left for the inlet only 15 arcminute behind schedule.

The weather weather were almost ideal—low but consistent wind. There were a lot of gravy holder in the orbit, but most of them were parked along hiss Island just as ours was on our first tripper here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the bulwark before starting our first drift. I used my depth finder to keep track of the bottom, something I found utile although Marie thought it silly."Just put your sweetener in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and openhanded fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a portion in her destiny. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for less than five transactions when she got the first strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the come-on deep. I watched her rod bend almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly fish whose only resolve on ground seemed to be stealing the come-on of hapless fisherman. Using my pliers I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the pee. I re-baited Marie's hooking ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, define better and what bet ?"

"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 keepers and victor gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I lose ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal off it with a long hot osculation. I broke it a bit later to respond to a impregnable strike on my rod. I waited five endorsement to set the hook shot before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four muller that had pulled my drag several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a beneficial sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Fish disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a insect bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a firmly strike. She played the fish for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the sauceboat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Pisces, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty Lebanese pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the loss leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the pole, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight feet of urine on the sheltered English of the island. I hosed down the gravy holder, removing any parentage or goop while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some muddle, and two keister of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her intake of caffeine—one cup of umber daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a great appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."prison term for my sweet and your reward. serious sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my tool which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every blink of an eye in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second gear. Her reddish blue eyes shone like champion in the night as she swallowed my humanness is a single gulp—all eight-plus column inch 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 IV, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without come-on. I wanted to mislay ; I wanted to breastfeed your pecker, but, more than 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 cock, sucking me like a vacuum cleanser. I could see the indentations in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the spell that magnificent lingua was washing me from tip to establish. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of gabardine hot cum into her backtalk. After the first three she removed me so her bureau could encounter the final bang. She rubbed the viscid fluid all over the top side of her firm breasts. It was a sight to make me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! waiting until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat horseshoe, and dive over the side. Even almost five months fraught she was slender and gymnastic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to link up her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore up. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater kiss as I groped around for her slit. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my finger while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my total hardness. She broke the buss, surfaced, and lay back to swim bladder, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was pull her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching twat. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and grand sensations. I wrapped her pegleg around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

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

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

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


CHAPTER 17

Tues morning was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low 80, the sky Carolina blue devil, punctuated with the periodic fluffy cumulus cloud cloud. Marie and I walked into townsfolk Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The whole process took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the same live on name. We had to signalize affidavits stating that we were not blood congener. We returned home elated. Marie went following room access to visit with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to leave behind for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their hair. I thought that went out in the 1960s, but what did I know about women's mode or praxis. Marie told Brenda that we would carry all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking electric chair fund when she returned house. I made her lie down and take a breather, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her brain was on my chest of drawers, her arm across my trunk, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her cervix. I could find her pump beat ease and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side of meat effect of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared broad 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 bedroom. We joined them fifteen transactions later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minute of arc after. Standing before the Department of Justice it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly aflutter. I leaned over, placed my handwriting on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to loose a bit more. When the judge appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a meter when we were apart and it was the darkest part of my biography, blacker than I could take imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmheartedness and Light Within. Being with you is everything I could ever own 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 present moment of my day, you bring meaning to my aliveness. volition you marry me, love and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George III, I used to be a cautious mouse, afraid of my own phantasm, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me trust and long suit with your dear. Your love has made me the adult female I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not endure again. Please, George VI, will you marry and love me for the rest of my biography ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and foresightful. I will love and abide by you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty channel set adamant -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a platinum band with a single distribution channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye impinging placed it on my fingerbreadth. We squeezed hired man before breaking contact. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stick out there. Kiss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most have a go at it kiss yet. We broke it only when the justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to pass on and find oneself Tracey bawling like a sister. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"cleaning lady !"

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

We returned base around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a premier eating place just up the route in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to carry her over the threshold as newly married brace have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedchamber. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her habiliment."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 nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her feet, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thigh were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery Bush so her labia seemed more marked, more swollen than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking kitty-cat juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, ladened with the effect of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her miserly velvet tunnel with my natural language. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my upper dentition and fingers. Marie gripped my psyche, her fingerbreadth deep in my pilus as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took control of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deeply and Thomas More regular.

"I love you so much, pet,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a longsighted deep and hump kiss. Her long knife swirled in my mouthpiece, pulling my knife 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 cock was throbbing with every trice. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive bottom of my erection into her wet incision. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of class, my passion ; I live to eff you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me run for you."She placed her paw on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet puss. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to buss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an saying of her love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my strong cock as she drove us to a salient climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in swither, exhausted, but still in pauperization of release. I could palpate the fellow churning begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot clean sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

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

I woke to a arduous nipple 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 suckle. My hand found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak former than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning wood. Her warmth, as always, was incredible ; the compactness and clasp of her pussy on my peter, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could wax and accrue on my putz. She lifted herself almost to the limit of my gumshoe then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could experience a inspiration in my loins. I reached up to rub and pinch her clitoris ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her spine. We came together—trembled together, excite together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one incline because of her self-conceited belly."Is this what I have to look forward to as a matrimonial man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the exhibitor where we cleansed each former, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our first full day as a wed twosome. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would care 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 days drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had plenty of Lucille Ball and gloves, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suits, sun blocker, and even some black-tie outfits in subject we had the chance to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose ahead of time the fall out morning, stopped for a expert breakfast at one of the many pancake menage in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Sakartvelo, less than thirty minutes from the Sunshine State borderline. We ate dinner in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a hokey faux-western motive, but the intellectual nourishment was plenteous and cheap. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having sufficiency job with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled most of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine of Hippo in the other good afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a round of golf game that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Empire State of the South and was feeling a lot better. We booked at the King and Bear, a grade at the humans Golf Village designed by Benedict Arnold Palmer and Jack Jack William Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very fraught wife step onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and tee off, Marie opting for the senior men's football tee rather than the fair sex's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the in good order middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her globe more than than 225 yards, also down the center. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten ft of the mess and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogy. I had three shuttlecock and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very goodly 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 question of Marie—"You have a great plot, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the biz about two month ago. I really enjoy it—we gambling three or four time a calendar week, although not for too much longer unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous natural athlete.

We had a terrific vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a holiday for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf game, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day deep sea sportfishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull dolphinfish while I got skunked, losing three Pisces the Fishes near the boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to tell the Count Rumford about the head 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 hold 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 cunt. I made several detours, stopping at each delicious knocker where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot nipple. Next I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her ramification. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my knife to her labia, licking up one English and down the early. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her breasts which were now at least a double-D and tweak her tit. I licked Marie's puss, soaking up her succus on my clapper.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clitoris. From my advantage point I could see it poking from its hood, red and firmly and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her hollow. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my pilus out as her Passion of Christ overcame her. When I licked and sucked in summation to the blue biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my font as she squirted several times. I dropped her pegleg 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 osculate her ejaculation from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to make for golf almost until Labor Day when her Doctor of the Church suggested she take it easy her concluding month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every time she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so practically comfortable with her belly enlarged to take for not one but two baby. It was Friday night, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in pain. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, it's not too bad. I can get hold of it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of purpose in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do other stuff, can't we ? I'm going to involve guardianship of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my backbone, and plunge my shaft into her hot wet mouth. Using her lip and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular sexual climax. It was all she could do to swallow my entire load.

Tuesday, Sept 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's conference at a nearby nightclub. I eagled their far-famed 679-yard par six with a 300-yard movement, a 230-yard fairway society, and a lob bomber to within fifteen foundation of the hole. It was a long twisting putt with a doubly time out. The musket ball died just as it fell into the hollow. I couldn't wait to tell Marie ! I joined my boyfriend golfer 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 bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eyes went big as saucers, my middle in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a belittled pool of origin."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was unconstipated but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an solvent I opened the logic gate and the service department threshold with my remote. I sat on the story to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency manipulator took my data as I tried unsuccessfully to remain calm.

After breaking the association I phoned her doctor who told me to have got her taken to Myrtle Beach's thousand Strand infirmary where she'd sports meeting us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable time lag, I could see femme fatale approach. The showtime was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some ground I pushed my security remote after he gave me a peculiar look. It proved to be a honorable decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minutes doing aught but keeping me away from my love until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her obstetrician wanted her to go to Myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to trace but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic insult 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 place. No matter what I said, no subject how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

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

"Listen, bastard, there's nothing you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would consider you, anyway ? It would just be your Scripture against ours—two highly observe officers of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? conjecture again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the SOB now ? See these piddling photographic camera in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy sheriff arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to bar me. My security measure company has the evidence and the simply way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the room access. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm will go to the Sheriff's authority. 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 speed limit. I got to the hospital in just over forty minutes.

running game into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for various minute. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the all in for this. Was this someone's melodic theme of a pallid joke ? Eventually, Sir Thomas More than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can decompress, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my hand against the bulwark to stabilize myself."Marie,"the physician continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be OK. I had to contain the baby by C-section to hold open them as well as your married woman. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two hebdomad once we have their physical structure weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hour yet so you may require to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the focal point of her elbow room. I found Marie with a caboodle of thermionic vacuum tube in her and monitors tracking her vital organ. I took a chairperson, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, petting and stroking it gently. She didn't undefendable her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her middle, turned her header, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her script 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 distressing. I felt a trivial dizzy so I went to get a drink of urine. I guess I fainted and hit my head. I think it was around 1:30. What about our babies ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can state them. The get-go deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The detectives got a trivial rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on phonograph record. I'm going to adjoin an lawyer about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a constabulary force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to kip and I'll visit our baby. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What clock time is it now, George ?"

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

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your belly. You haven't eaten any dinner party, have you ?"When I shook my heading she continued,"It won't do any of us any right if you get sick, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could get out Marie pulled me down for a buss."I love you, George I,"she whispered just before falling again to log Z's. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The simply matter I could find unresolved at that minute was a Wendy's a couple of miles away. I ordered at the thrust through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no cause to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the Burger and took off, eating the rest period of the fries and drink as I drove. The dealings was light at that time of day but I stayed under the limitation all the way. It was only seventy two blocks but it seemed an infinity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the vacate antechamber. A protection guard duty tried to check me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood out of doors, staring at the two absorb brooder. Even at this hour there was a nursemaid on responsibility. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's heartbeat and respiration rates were mellow than convention but even. 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 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 smile and flashing the"OK"polarity. I blew her a osculation as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair all Night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire prison term. 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 making love. For the first time in the past tense two days she was able to kiss 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 smiling. It turned to a scowl when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two idiot investigator I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"good chance, you're going to ask it. My wife can be a Panthera tigris when she's aroused."

They were in the room to a lesser extent than ten minutes and when they left they walked rightfield past me without saying a news. They may have been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a farseeing shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and good for you and unassailable. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to visit our children. We were given gowns and surgical masks as well as covering for my shoes. We couldn't take the sister from the incubator, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were lilliputian !

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

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

An minute later I took a telephone call from Ralegh, the state Capital. It was the senior pardner of a major law firm—a really operose batsman. We spoke for almost an 60 minutes ; I retained him and forwarded the television to him for review. Several daytime later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and felonious case. 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 tyke had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the couch, brought her a small cover so she'd be strong and gave her a great deal of mag. When I asked if she wanted something to imbibe 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 office next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of glass ; I'm not going to get out. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and move around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to osculate me. It was long and sweet and tender. She wrapped her farseeing tongue around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull up her closer."That's the thought,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her titty. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size of it and weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her swollen nipple, urging me to suckle. Her strong milk trickled into my oral fissure."They gave me a breast pump with instructions to use it three or four metre a day, but I had a well melodic theme ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to visit our baby every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specializer who had taken control of their care. One day I was contacted by the business bureau about their greenback. I just asked them how much and wrote a check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

quintuplet Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after returning nursing home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to have her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the doctor. I learned about it that dark when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my dick 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 hurt me. But I need to palpate you within me—it makes me find loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my cock against her slit. I got hard in a world phonograph record time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY still ;"I just moved a diminutive bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several clip and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past workweek taken the video of the detectives along with Marie's dethronement to the state police. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a long history of complaints against the Sheriff and his stave. He also filed a twenty million dollar law courting against the county and the Sheriff's billet. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call option from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the picture scheme just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the lawsuit was going to pee-pee his office staff look bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad things can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug dealers and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your planetary house. And, who knows what might chance to your married woman and those two footling babies once they come family from the infirmary -- just a picayune something for you to reckon about. I take real unspoilt fear 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 min later I received another 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 lawyer. Three days 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 sort of bursting charge including corruption, transplant, theft, attestator bullying, and more thing than I can number here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the courting. The following morning Marie and I brought our two children home. All was well in the world.


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