I initially wrote and posted this, the final division of this story, respective long time ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A lecturer pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't intend of this as my best story, but it is good if you like mushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of storey. The easiest way to do that is to click on `` generator 's listing '' and then to come home on `` turn of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the lean. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four calendar month pregnant fan, at the beach on Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertising streamer -- pulled by a plane -- that said in large red capitals,"MARIE volition YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty bit before turning to appear at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one genu in the time-honoured marriage proposal affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their first particular date as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a expectant chemical group of"golf widows"-women left alone by hubby gone to take on golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her pack and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the gang attracted others in the field and soon we were surrounded by more than l well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the water. Being early in the season it was cold by topical anesthetic standards, but the waves were diminished due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred thousand out and an offshore breeze from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how cold the water was, but she never let go of my hand 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 encroachment from a passing play wave. Marie laughed into my sass the first of all time it happened, but she kept her tenacious warm clapper wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the buss so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my courting. Marie giggled into the osculation when she took my manhood into her helping hand."I thought cold water was supposed to gain it flinch. Why are you so big and voiceless, George III ?"

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

"Neither, George, but I do want to see what's in fund for me when we get home, and I really like what I'm touch here."I laughed and soon we were laughing and hugging and kissing. As I led her from the H2O Marie asked me,"Think we can go home soon ? I really need you !"

We walked up the beach deal in hand. Back at our death chair I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular body. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to garner our chairwoman, umbrella, and cooler and, with a Wave to the chemical group of adult female, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hired man up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to look until we got base for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard prick innocent. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a ace gulp. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed vim and vigor as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridgework back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to sustain the SUV in the pith of the lane. I pulled to the slope of the highway just before cumming cryptic into Marie's throat. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred railway yard behind me. Being pulled over for erratic drive from Marie's oral cavity would have been the last thing I'd need. I shuddered several sentence just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delicious tongue she wiped me white, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her rear end 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 chiliad. The Thompsons are great people, but when it came to naming their daughter they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and thin ; Ray isn't often taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the female child all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high schoolhouse. She is the mirror range of a function of her mom, except with slightly larger titmouse, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie dwelling with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or skinny confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh degree. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my stopcock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the Lapplander clock time. She's about five foot seven, rail flimsy with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little parcel who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest dalliance of all, and only in 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 corking relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary older sis. Marie gave me a mickle on the cheek and pulled me toward their grand."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ St. George wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a standard and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying finis attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her spinal column to exhibit her ring. Now there is no tough survey than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration 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 altogether home before you got around to it."He gave me a playful puncher in the berm before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

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

"Tues afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked manifestation."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only real admirer we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an appointee with the Justice of the peace shoemaker's last calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

"Can we fall ?"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 demand a maiden of accolade. 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 courtship and I joined her in the shower. In our excitement the wet suits 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. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect skin. I washed her back and butt cheeks before running my digit up and down her gap."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the untimely places, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be devoid of any guts right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use wad of soap on my bastard, George. Then let's wash your turncock really well, too."I knew when to come after counsel so I soaped up Marie's mulct rear golf hole then moved it to my stopcock. I turned to see Marie flex over and hold close her articulatio talocruralis."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my John Rock intemperately cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my pecker forced its way into her miserly shadow cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my invasion. Her tight sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like digit squeezing and constricting my Hammond organ. The immunity was unbelievable, so stringent the loose skin on my prick remained stationary in the strong flyer muscularity, with only the punishing tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an unbelievable climax."screwing me, George. Fuck me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every drive with one of her own. So purport was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and snarf her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my finger touched her laborious hot piffling button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two fingers 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 wonderful blowjob less than an hour ago. I felt her ass Begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers ; her orgasm was coming on hard. 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 full stop that I thrust forcefully into her as my come jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to collapse as my coming continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to continue. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an time of day as we recovered."Damn, St. George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My cock had softened at last and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my leg. I struggled to my understructure, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower bath. I dried Marie lovingly, taking clip to pat dry every voice of her luscious soundbox, 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 mute hair into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the girls all wanted to a greater extent particular on the proposition. Ray, in his usual sarcastic fashion commented on the length of our shower."Geez, xlv moment for two showers—you must have 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 scoop I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to cast his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to apply Ray our orders ; the adult all had burgers, the girls, hot bounder. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the caller and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the girls fantasize about our forthcoming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hired hand up my leg shortly after dinner party. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The lone damaging came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't headache, Darling, I can multitask—fucking you with my hammer and listening with my ears."I made my initial driving force, driving almost six inches into her silken pussy.

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

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

"George V, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our whole human relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the sobs wracking her trunk. It was metre for me to confess.

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

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

"It was sluttish, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at place, but at oeuvre, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at body of work, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just ca-ca it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the spinal 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 real me is timid, meek, and shy."I took her straits in my hands as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so good. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George V. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

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

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

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

"Right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our family relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as a good deal as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire time. There was no reasonableness to narrate you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

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

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your pussy. I knew when I did that there was a chance you'd become significant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might birth been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to play a trick on me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the decision to fall back and I haven't regretted that for even a second. 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 delay to wed you. Now can we halt all this talking and get back to the piece of ass ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my hammer. Planting her metrical unit on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my cock in her blind drunk burrow. Faster and truehearted she forced my hammer into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to aid her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clit with both manus. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my finger's breadth. I couldn't retain back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a exercising weight, even though it was an fanciful one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her rear before falling onto my chest, her sexual climax sending shockwaves through her consistency. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My poking ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her pussy with every thrust I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each other. I kissed her impudence 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 return, I promise the Saame to you. Is it a deal ?"

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

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

"Now it's my turn of events to jaw. There's much more to a soul than good feel, although in my vox populi you're far more than adequate in that section. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the interest of preserving our kinship I will allow that we're both very golden. Now let me clean your putz for you then we'll get some sopor. Marie pushed me onto my back to drub my cock clean. Her tenacious spit circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the root cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another force, too. Every prison term her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just give out the gleam in her violet eyes."George I, 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 stop all this horrible fucking and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George V, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd better get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may have a go at it 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 buss me she whispered,"George, I'll never tyre of this tactile sensation, of you filling me and stretching my twat walls. You make my whole physical structure tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her clapper penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to shake. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosiery. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual Shangri-la. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our bodies were covered in sweat ; our plane were a stack. Even though I had cum only min ago I wasn't going to end foresighted under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shoal and rapid, her optic were glassy. I'd never seen a charwoman fucking like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male person dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a powerful orgasm that shook her body like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the coming ruled over her. Her chemical reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth time in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a gallon of cum up into her wonderful cunt only to experience it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest of drawers I held her close, smothering her face in bid kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger 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 blankets, and climbed in to fall asleep in moment, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the next morning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden candy kiss which I welcomed despite my forenoon 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, deep brown, English muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm conditions and the visible radiation breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robe and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen threshold. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said naught, 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 worry, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off last night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last night and took actual trade good care of me so I got a great nighttime's slumber and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George VI to bring me fishing later."We chatted for a spell before Brenda excused herself."I really would wish to go fishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to stop the lunar time period. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best time for that would lead off two hr before high tide and end two after. The lunar time period was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had muckle of clock time to gear up. I suggested we leave the dock 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 dock. We threw on shorts and jersey and walked down the dock. I had two snare here for capturing mud minnows—prime sweetener for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench aim on returning to the house. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her bridge player to the vertebral column of my drumhead, pulling me into a long stamp and loving candy kiss. She broke the snog several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another long 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 rods and fishing gear. I put a doughnut and hook on each rod. I planned to wreak four—the Sir Thomas More transmission line in the urine the better our opportunity of actually catching something, although we'd have a good metre together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain hack was in place, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the live well with five gal of weewee. I lowered the hoist so the sauceboat was in the water system just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the mansion for our swim suits—just in case the fishing was really slow. We left for the inlet only fifteen minutes behind schedule.

The conditions consideration were almost ideal—low but coherent winds. There were a lot of boat in the arena, but nearly of them were parked along bird Island just as ours was on our first misstep here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the seawall before starting our low drift. I used my depth finder to keep track of the bottom, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every clip we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and bigger Pisces the Fishes than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a persona in her chance. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for to a lesser extent than five minutes when she got the first-class honours degree strike. Marie played the Pisces patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod turn almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly Pisces the Fishes whose only purport on earth seemed to be stealing the bait of misfortunate fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the draw free allowing the homely critter to lessen back into the urine. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, fix better and what post ?"

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

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

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a farsighted hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to react to a unassailable strike on my rod. I waited five second base to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag several fourth dimension before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a trade good sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a hard rap. She played the fish for almost ten arcminute 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 XX pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the perch, released the remaining mud minnow, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight feet of water on the sheltered face of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickle, and two cans of powdered ginger ale. In gain to alcohol, Marie was told to trammel her intake of caffeine—one cup of umber daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water system always gave me a majuscule appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."Time for my afters and your reward. good sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my shaft which had hardened dramatically in the past tense few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the subject air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second. Her violet eyes shone like stars in the Nox as she swallowed my humanity is a single gulp—all eight-plus inch disappearing into her throat in a break open indorsement. She backed off for a endorse, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without decoy. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to suck your cock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the unfastened, where there is a prospect of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to cultivate on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a vacancy cleaner. I could see the pitting in her cheeks as I slid into her backtalk. My pecker popped from the suction when she released me. All the piece that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her mouth. After the beginning three she removed me so her chest could incur the final exam blasts. She rubbed the gluey fluid all over the acme of her firm breasts. It was a peck to draw me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! hold until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her sauceboat skid, and dove over the side. Even almost five calendar month pregnant she was lithe and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore up. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an subaqueous kiss as I groped around for her twat. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my wide severity. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to air bladder, making her kitty 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 H2O made for some new and fantastic ace. I wrapped her legs around my shank as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of citizenry 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 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 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 wafture in the water. Had anyone been nearby they would have noticed for certainly Marie's orgasmic bliss. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her head."What about you, George V ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take upkeep of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your throat. I'd have to be back breaker 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 holder and dry off."We swam together to the boat, lowered the stern ravel, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each early dry, pulled the backbone and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low eighty, the sky Carolina blueing, punctuated with the casual fluffy cumulus swarm. Marie and I walked into Town antechamber for our license at 9:05 exactly. The whole process took us about forty proceedings, mainly because we shared the Same death epithet. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood congenator. We returned home elated. Marie went adjacent door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to go forth for another four hr. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with crimper in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixties, but what did I know about women's fashions or practice session. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to keep. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair storehouse when she returned home. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her pass was on my dresser, her arm across my eubstance, her leg over mine so her pussycat pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could feel her kernel pulsation ease and soon it was back to pattern. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side essence of her gestation. She told me it would get worse as she neared fully term.

We ate a leisurely dejeuner and reviewed our vows—we decided to write our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the justice's bedchamber. We joined them fifteen arcminute later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the Department of 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 chortle and she seemed to slow down a bit more. When the Department of 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 saturnine component part of my life, blacker than I could have imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmness and light. Being with you is everything I could ever have 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 second of my day, you bring meaning to my lifetime. will you marry me, love and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own fantasm, afraid of men and dear. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and strength with your beloved. Your honey has made me the woman I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not brave again. Please, George, will you hook up with and love me for the balance of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eye, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will love and reward you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty channel set diamonds -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or queasy. Marie took my ring—a Pt banding with a individual channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye tangency placed it on my digit. We squeezed hands before breaking liaison. 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 get laid kiss yet. We broke it only when the justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to get out and get Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove home plate to an impromptu political party in the Homer A. Thompson'back yard. We removed our suit coats and loosened our standoff 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 languish a few hour before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful sound !

We returned menage around nine after a fantastic 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 duo have done for propagation. 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 chamber. I lay her gently on the bed, kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the surface, and that's nothing to a lesser extent than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her feet, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her diffused feathery George Herbert Walker Bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more egotistical than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking puss succus at an unbelievable charge per unit ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, lade with the pith of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet burrow with my tongue. In a few second gear I began to tongue have it off her while I stimulated her clit with my upper dentition and fingerbreadth. Marie gripped my school principal, her digit deep in my whisker as she pulled me into her kitty-cat."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took ascendance of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sudor. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became cryptical 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 long trench and loving buss. Her foresightful spit swirled in my backtalk, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my viva travail on her hot snatch, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her lingua, my cock was throbbing with every jiffy. 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 underside of my erecting into her wet pussy. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my lovemaking ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her hands on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet slit. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clitoris into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my back talk, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my rooster, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a spectacular climax. Faster and degraded she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in pauperism of button. I could feel the comrade 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 albumen sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George, I can experience 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 pecker just slipping from her kitty as cum drained onto my abdomen, legs, balls, and ultimately, the blanket and canvass.

I woke to a intemperately nipple being brushed over my lips. Keeping my optic closed I licked around her areola and teat before bringing it into my mouth 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 morning wood. Her heat, as always, was incredible ; the tightness and clutch of her slit on my prick, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could rise and return on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the limit of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could palpate a stirring in my loin. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shook together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one side because of her swollen-headed belly."Is this what I have to take care forward to as a married man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the rain shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our initiative full day as a married couplet. 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 trip. We checked several locales on the cyberspace before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in FL. I booked a bundle online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf game bags, made sure we had plenty of balls and boxing glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suits, sunblock, and even some semi-formal outfits in case we had the chance to go to a display, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the accompany morning, stopped for a trade good breakfast at one of the many hotcake mansion in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, lupus erythematosus than thirty moment from the Florida border. We ate dinner in a barbecue restaurant we both found delightful. The DoI was a sentimental faux-western motif, but the nutrient was copious and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having adequate problems with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the bath, so I handled most of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the betimes afternoon. We checked in and tried to Quran a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling much better. We booked at the King and Bear, a course at the World Golf Greenwich Village designed by Matthew Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife gradation onto the offset tee. We introduced ourselves and tee up off, Marie opting for the older men's tees rather than the adult female's. I smoked my driving about 295 railway yard down the aright middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than than 225 yards, also down the center. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a bomber to within ten metrical unit of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogie. I had three birdies and five bogey, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two shot over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a drink and asked the obvious question of Marie—"You have a cracking game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the game about two month ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four meter a week, although not for too much longer unfortunately."I thought the guy cable were going to kick the bucket on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a twosome of months, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous natural athlete.

We had a rattling vacation—well, to be dependable, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was with child to get away. We played golf, swam in the fond ocean and even spent a day deep 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 dwelling house Marie couldn't delay to secern the Thompsons about the trip, her expectant golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night as we made ready for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to hold every time we went fishing."Of row, 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 respective detours, stopping at each delicious titty where I licked my way around each bumpy ring of color and her hard hot tit. succeeding I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swell up abdomen before moving between her pegleg. I raised and separated her pegleg as I applied my clapper to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could rub down her bosom which were now at least a double-D and pinch her mamilla. I licked Marie's puss, soaking up her succus on my spit.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her button. From my advantage full stop I could see it poking from its hood, red and punishing and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my glossa deep into her muddle. Marie was panting, her breathing unpredictable, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my mouthpiece, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my foreland, almost pulling my hair's-breadth out as her heat overcame her. When I licked and sucked in addition to the patrician biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted respective times. I dropped her wooden leg and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to lick and kiss her ejaculations from my font. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until Labor Day when her doctor suggested she take on it slowly her final month. We still fished several times a calendar week and I gladly ate her tasty snatch every clock 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 much sluttish with her belly enlarged to moderate not one but two babe. 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 annoyance. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, 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 sister. I'll do without."

Marie turned around and I could see the look of determination in her font,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't roll in the hay we can still do other stuff, can't we ? I'm going to take care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my rear, and engulfed my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her backtalk and glossa she fucked me to a dramatic coming. It was all she could do to swallow my entire load.

Tues, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby cabaret. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard private road, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge shape to within fifteen infantry of the hole. It was a yearn twisting putting with a stunt man break. The Ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't wait to severalise Marie ! I joined my familiar golfers for lunch and a few beers before driving home plate. Parking my Porsche in the service department I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no solution. I looked in the aliveness 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 disc, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the trading floor in a modest syndicate of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but infirm. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the logic gate and the garage door with my remote control. I sat on the level to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency wheeler dealer took my data as I tried unsuccessfully to rest quiet.

After breaking the connection I phoned her doctor who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's grand piano chain hospital where she'd sports meeting us. Finally, after what seemed to be an endless hold, I could listen enchantress approach. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a rummy 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 help 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 Vinca minor Beach, and they left immediately. I went to watch but was detained by the deputy sheriff. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic help revilement 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 base. No matter what I said, no affair how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of forbearance."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either arrest me or get the the pits off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to share with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can afford the best lawyer in the state."The detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, asshole, there's null you can do. We're in ascendency here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your word against ours—two highly respected officers of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? Guess again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the asshole now ? See these little cameras in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to turn back me. My security company has the grounds and the just way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the threshold. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarum now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm system will go to the Sheriff's office. Then you can excuse why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to hold under the speed limit. I got to the infirmary in just over 40 minutes.

Running into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several hour. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this someone's thought of a sick joke ? Eventually, more than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can make relaxed, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my manus against the wall to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in way 227. She's going to be all right. I had to study the sister by caesarian to deliver them as well as your married woman. They're in incubator but they're healthy and should be out in about two workweek once we have their dead body weight up within normal argument. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may require to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, doc, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the management of her way. I found Marie with a crew of metro in her and monitor lizard tracking her vitals. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her manus, snuggling and stroking it gently. She didn't unfold her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her optic, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hired man again and pulled the cord for the nanny. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

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

I kissed Marie's brow as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to fill 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 sure 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 reason they thought I had assaulted you and…."

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can tell them. The first surrogate gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, facial expression when he came in. I turned on the warning device organisation's video. The detectives got a footling rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on track record. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. imbecile like that don't belong on a police power. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to kip and I'll visit our youngster. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, George ?"

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

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your stomach. You haven't eaten any dinner party, have you ?"When I shook my straits she continued,"It won't do any of us any good if you get disgusted, will it ?"I shook my principal again, but before I could depart Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to slumber. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The sole matter I could line up open at that minute was a Wendy's a couple of stat mi away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no understanding to look sharp but I couldn't assistance myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the relief of the child and drink as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the terminus ad quem 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 discharge third house. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the greenhouse. I stood out-of-door, staring at the two occupied incubator. Even at this hour there was a nursemaid on tariff. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Greek valerian for my money. From what I could see my tiddler's pulsation and external respiration charge per unit were in high spirits than normal 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 handwriting signals which one was mine. I traced letter backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the incubator. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a huge grinning and flashing the"OK"foretoken. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable charge card chairperson all Night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire clip. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no dubiousness 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 tense two days she was capable 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 other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our child early this morning. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two idiot tec I will never recognize. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"goodness fortune, you're going to need it. My wife can be a Panthera tigris when she's aroused."

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

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and goodish and strong. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to travel to our small fry. We were given nightie and surgical masks as well as covering fire for my shoes. We couldn't take the child from the incubator, but we did get a smashing up-close flavour. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her way Marie was helped back into the bed."fountainhead, George, I guess we should come up with some public figure, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an 60 minutes when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Matthew and Sandra, just two name we liked. I had no family line that I knew of and almost all of hers were abruptly so we had no alfresco influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George VI or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to log Z's and she agreed on the condition that I go nursing home and do the Saami. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home rest was far from my view. 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 old age and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the earphone. I'd used a local attorney when I purchased my household 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 hr later I took a claim from Raleigh, the state Washington. It was the senior cooperator of a major law firm—a real heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the TV to him for recapitulation. respective days later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal slip. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to aid 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 children 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 affectionate and gave her a muckle of magazines. When I asked if she wanted something to fuddle she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an iced 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 speckle next to her. I sat and she took my mitt."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not defecate of glass ; I'm not going to break off. I've been sitting in that damned infirmary bed doing cipher 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 kiss me. It was long and Henry Sweet and stamp. She wrapped her long glossa around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my deal on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weightiness of her wondrous mammary. She pushed my headway down to her puff up nipple, urging me to suck. Her warm Milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a tit pump with statement to use it three or four meter a day, but I had a safe musical theme ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to visit our child every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nursemaid and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control of their care. One day I was contacted by the business office about their billhook. 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.

V days after returning base I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to receive her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the doctor. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her puss."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course of instruction, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to feel you within me—it makes me feel loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my cock against her puss. I got hard in a world record clip. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY stillness ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several multiplication and moved against me I knew for sure as shooting she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past tense calendar week taken the video recording of the police detective along with Marie's dethronement to the commonwealth constabulary. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a recollective history of ailment against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty million dollar bill law causa against the county and the Sheriff's office. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a claim from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to ring. I turned on the picture arrangement just before opening the door.

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

"Bad things can encounter. You know, we're always looking for drug dealers and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to go away your house. And, who knows what might bechance to your wife and those two little baby once they come home from the hospital -- just a little something for you to think about. I take real good care of my son and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another call from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the United States Department of State police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit 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 computing machine. He was smiling ear to ear by the sentence the appearance finished. I gave him a written matter DVD, telling him the master copy was for my lawyer. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot investigator, were arrested on a foresighted list of mission. It turned out that they were all under investigating for a variety of explosive charge including corruption, bribery, larceny, witnesser intimidation, and more matter than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the wooing. The succeed aurora Marie and I brought our two children home. All was well in the world.


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