I initially wrote and posted this, the final part of this story, respective days ago, but it seems to take in gone missing. A referee pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my best history, but it is effective if you like mushy romantic sex and circumstances of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of stories. The easiest way to do that is to chatter on `` author 's List '' and then to get across on `` Number of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth part one from the top of the list. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months fraught lover, at the beach on Saturday of memorial Day weekend. I had a picayune help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in tumid red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the streamer for almost thirty seconds before turning to look at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee joint in the time-honored marriage offer mannerism. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her doughnut, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like queasy tike 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 play 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 than fifty well-wishers. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the H2O. Being too soon in the season it was cold by local monetary standard, but the wafture were small due to a George Sand bar perhaps five hundred G out and an offshore breeze from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how frigidness the water was, but she never let go of my hand or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot candy kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a passing play wave. Marie laughed into my mouth the first time it happened, but she kept her long inviolable tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the osculation so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my case. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her helping hand."I thought cold weewee was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and hard, St. George ?"

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

"Neither, George I, but I do want to see what's in store for me when we get home, and I really like what I'm tactile sensation 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 hand in hand. Back at our chairs 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 accumulate our chairs, umbrella, and cooler and, with a moving ridge to the mathematical group of women, 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 waitress until we got home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an stroke,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console table Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my tool."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your shaft, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and heartiness 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 decoct to maintain the SUV in the nitty-gritty of the lane. I pulled to the side of meat of the highway just before cumming trench into Marie's pharynx. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for erratic drive from Marie's mouth would have been the last thing I'd need. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my wooing and resumed her buttocks next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our private road we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their vertebral column yard. The Thompsons are outstanding people, but when it came to naming their daughter they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five groundwork ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at to the lowest degree 240 lbf.. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror figure of her mom, except with slightly larger breast, 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 grade. 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 cock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the Lapp time. She's about five foot seven, rail slight with A-cups, but quite the hot looking short software package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their trouser regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest toying of all, and only in one-ninth grade. All three girl 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 great relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and best protagonist here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and tintinnabulation. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really happy I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying close attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you hook up with me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her spine to show her doughnut. Now there is no worse sight 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 fuck time, George, I thought she'd have your whole family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the berm before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

We were interrupted by Marie asking,"George III, 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 Benjamin Thompson are the only genuine champion we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an appointment with the jurist of the Peace last hebdomad. 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 need a maid of honor. matter to ?"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 firm. I stripped Marie out of her wet wooing and I joined her in the shower. In our fervor the wet courtship had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get queasy as a termination. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy water. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect cutis. I washed her back and ass face before running my fingers up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any guts 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 unloose of any Baroness Dudevant right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of grievous bodily harm on my SOB, George. Then let's wash your turncock really well, too."I knew when to follow counsel so I soaped up Marie's fine buttocks trap then moved it to my putz. I turned to see Marie bend over and cling to her ankle joint."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the exhibitor wall as I stepped behind her, my rock tough cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my putz forced its way into her tight night cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her tight sphincter gripped my rooster like vise-like finger's breadth squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was incredible, so plastered the slack cutis on my cock remained stationary in the strong round muscle, with only the hard tissue paper within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."fuck me, George. Fuck me harder,"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 pinch her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingerbreadth touched her operose hot little button. I used my nails to chafe it while I rammed two finger into her slit in hunt of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's marvellous blowjob less than an minute ago. I felt her ass Begin to spasm as her snatch clenched around my fingers ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's dead body was going through a series of growing earth tremor. 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 cum jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to collapse as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to persist in. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our body.


CHAPTER 15

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

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the daughter all wanted Thomas More item on the proposal. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the duration of our shower."Geez, forty-five minute 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 cleansing that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"45 minutes—one shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to puff his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to founder Ray our orders ; the adults all had burgers, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the solid 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 handwriting up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our auf wiedersehen shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The simply veto came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at plate as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my leftover slope with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touch of Marie's cutis and experiencing it from head to toe was something I looked forward to every Night. We lay in quiet for almost 30 moment when I heard the barest whisper,"Are you awake, George I ?"

"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 progress up the nerve."

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

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

"Don't vexation, Darling, I can multitask—fucking you with my peter and listening with my ears."I made my initial jabbing, driving almost six column inch into her silken pussy.

"George,"Marie whined,"please…I need to talk 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 insufferable to keep.

"George, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our unanimous kinship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the shortness of breath wracking her dead 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 read/write head around to look at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the picture you were a wanton woman. Just the opposite is true, isn't it ?"

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

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

"Yes, George III, but the literal me is timid, meek, and shy."I took her head in my hands as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that flavor so dear. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

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

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

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

"Right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our kinship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the total clip. There was no reason to say 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 fraught 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 pussycat. I knew when I did that there was a fortune you'd become pregnant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might birth been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- commend ? I made the decision to come up back and I haven't regretted that for even a secondment. I had a suspicion you were fraught. That's why I asked you about it and cognise what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to wed you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my rooster. Planting her pes on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my turncock in her tight tunnel. Faster and flying she forced my turncock into and out of her snatch. She was working hard for me and I wanted to facilitate her. I reached around with both arms so I could lash out her steaming button with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clitoris with my digit. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. Our give-and-take had been a purgation for her, lifting a weighting, even though it was an imaginary one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her back before falling onto my pectus, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her eubstance. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My jab ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every energy 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 ‘ evildoing'on one condition—that you never again let something get so serious without telling me what's on your idea, and, in return, I promise the same to you. Is it a deal ?"

"George, how did I ever get so favourable 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 to the lowest degree a XV. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and Sir Thomas More incredibly, you actually have a go at it me. Let's expression it—on that same musical scale I'm probably no More than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to scold. There's much more to a someone than good tone, although in my view you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very favourable. Now let me pick your rooster for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to bat my cock clean. Her long lingua circled my helmet before moving down to my barb. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every virgule, but she had another effect, too. Every time her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just make out the gleam in her violet eye."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 abominable, horrendous someone, Marie Shaw. I can hardly wait until we're married so you'll stop all this horrible roll in the hay and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George II, I'm never going to intercept fucking you. You'd dear get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my hammer up and down her scratch and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"George V, I'll never tire of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my cunt paries. You make my whole body tingle—and then it gets so very much better."Her clapper penetrated my rima oris, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My hard-on felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosepipe. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual paradise. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our organic structure were covered in lather ; our bed sheet were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to last long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her respiration had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her eyes were glassy. I'd never seen a adult female fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male 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 reaction was all it took for me to cum my quartern metre in just a few hr. 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 Imperial gallon of cum up into her wonderful snatch only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my bureau I held her close, smothering her facial expression in bid kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the shower where we cleaned each other slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new weather sheet and blankets, and climbed in to precipitate asleep in seconds, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following morning, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my sunrise breathing space, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the sieve porch for a continental breakfast of juice, chocolate, English language muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the ardent weather and the luminance breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robe and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen room access. She gave us a knowing looking but tactfully said nothing, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned finale Nox. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner party. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off finale night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed finally night and took genuine good care of me so I got a neat Nox's sleep and I feel howling today. In fact, I was going to ask George V to exact me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go sportfishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to find out the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the intake and the best time for that would begin two hours before high tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had plentifulness of meter to prepare. I suggested we leave the sour grass 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 T-shirt and walked down the dock. I had two ambuscade here for capturing mud minnows—prime decoy for flounder ( good luck for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench purport on returning to the home. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the rear of my head, pulling me into a hanker supply ship and loving osculation. She broke the kiss respective minute later, mouthing the Word of God,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another foresightful fantastic 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 tackle. I put a doughnut and draw on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more lines in the water the upright our hazard of actually catching something, although we'd have a good clip together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drainpipe hype was in place, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the live well with five gal of water. I lowered the hoist so the gravy boat was in the piddle just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the theater for our swim suits—just in case the fishing was really tardily. We left for the recess only xv minutes behind schedule.

The weather conditions were almost ideal—low but ordered farting. There were a lot of boats in the area, but most of them were parked along dame Island just as ours was on our first stumble here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwater before starting our first drift. I used my deepness finder to go on racetrack of the bottom, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the body of water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every prison term we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and bigger fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a part in her luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for lupus erythematosus than five minutes when she got the first base strike. Marie played the angle patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod bend dexter almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly Pisces whose only purpose on land seemed to be stealing the bait of hapless fisher. Using my plier I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the urine. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the piddle in seconds.

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

"All right, determine effective and what stakes ?"

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

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

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal off it with a long hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to respond to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five secondment to set the draw before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag various times before exhausting itself in my net. Three more sentence I pulled in a good sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The fish disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a intemperate strike. She played the fish for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the boat. 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 xx pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the drawing card and the Fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George V, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud Phoxinus phoxinus, and headed for shore to savor our dinner party. I anchored in about eight substructure of water on the shelter side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any line or sludge while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of ginger ale. In gain to alcohol, Marie was told to bound her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a swell appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the pack of cards."Time for my dessert and your payoff. respectable sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few s. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lap up the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every instant. Her reddish blue heart shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my humanness is a single gulp—all eight-plus in disappearing into her pharynx in a disconnected second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm gladiolus I lost the bet, George I, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without come-on. I wanted to misplace ; I wanted to suck your dick, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the candid, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to work out on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a vacuity cleaner. I could see the roughness in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My cock popped from the suck when she released me. All the patch that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of gabardine hot cum into her mouth. After the first-class honours degree three she removed me so her chest could receive the final eruption. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her house breasts. It was a view to make me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! delay until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat shoes, and dove over the side. Even almost five months pregnant she was supple 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 underwater candy kiss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my body, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full unfeelingness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was deplume her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching snatch. Her lightness in the water made for some new and marvellous sensations. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

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

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

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


CHAPTER 17

Tues forenoon was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low fourscore, the sky Carolinas blue sky, punctuated with the casual fluffy mound cloud. Marie and I walked into Town Charles Francis Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The whole procedure took us about 40 minutes, mainly because we shared the Sami last-place epithet. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood congener. We returned home elated. Marie went next room access to inflict with Brenda ; they were almost quick even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four minute. The female child, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their tomentum. 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 accept all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as skittish as a cat in a rocking electric chair computer memory when she returned home. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my book binding and pulled Marie to me. Her drumhead was on my chest, her arm across my torso, her leg over mine so her kitty-cat pressed against my second joint. I kissed her heading, inhaling the bouquet of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could sense her heart beat simpleness and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for to a greater extent than an time of day until Marie told me she had to pee, a face essence of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared full term.

We ate a leisurely lunch and reviewed our vows—we decided to write our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the Justice's chambers. We joined them fifteen instant 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 Justice it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly skittish. I leaned over, placed my hand on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to relax a bit more. When the DoJ 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 glowering constituent of my life, blacker than I could have imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmth 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 instant of my day, you bring meaning to my lifespan. volition you marry me, love and hold dear me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George V, I used to be a faint-hearted mouse, afraid of my own darkness, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me self-assurance and strength with your love. 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 endure again. Please, George II, will you marry and sleep together me for the balance of my animation ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet middle, I replied,"I will, Marie, and foresighted. I will sleep together and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a atomic number 78 band with xx channel set infield -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a atomic number 78 band with a exclusive communication channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye physical contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed hands before breaking contact. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just remain firm there. snog your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most know kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to leave and found Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"womanhood !"

We drove home to an impromptu party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our courting coating and loosened our ties as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine. Marie politely declined any intoxicant because of her pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to consume a few time of day before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful audio !

We returned base around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a premier restaurant just up the route in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to carry her over the door as newly married couples 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 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 wearing apparel as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly flabby and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery George Walker Bush so her labia seemed more enounce, more swollen than they were, if potential. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible pace ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the marrow of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my upper teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my nous, her finger deep in my hairsbreadth as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her low gear orgasm took ascendency of her. She trembled and shook as her consistence was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deep 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 oceanic abyss and loving kiss. Her foresightful glossa swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral exertions on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my turncock was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my plight Marie pushed me onto my book binding and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the tender underside of my hard-on into her wet cunt. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my love ; I live to have sex you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me run for you."She placed her paw on my thorax, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet slit. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her button into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her knife into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her dear and lust. Breaking the candy kiss, Marie really went to work on my stopcock, rocking furiously and bending my hard shaft as she drove us to a outstanding climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in need of release. I could sense the associate 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 White sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

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

I woke to a hard teat being brushed over my lips. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and nipple before bringing it into my rima oris to suckle. My mitt found her early breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak early than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my good morning Wood. Her rut, as always, was incredible ; the tightness and grip of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her metrical foot on the mattress so she could rise and come on my peter. She lifted herself almost to the demarcation line of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could find a stirring in my loins. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her chief 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 of meat because of her swollen belly."Is this what I have to seem forward to as a marry man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each former, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, ready for our first full day as a married pair. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip-up. We checked respective locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two years drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bag, made sure we had sight of ball and boxing glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing suit of clothes, sunscreen, and even some semi-formal rig in case we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose too soon the following morning, stopped for a sound breakfast at one of the many flannel cake household in Vinca minor Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Sakartvelo, to a lesser extent than thirty minutes from the Everglade State margin. We ate dinner party in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The Interior was a maudlin faux-western theme, but the solid food was copious and cheap. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problems with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the privy, so I handled most of the driving the followers day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to leger a troll of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling much better. We booked at the Billie Jean Moffitt King and Bear, a course at the World golf Village designed by Benedict Arnold Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant married woman dance step onto the number one tee. We introduced ourselves and teed off, Marie opting for the senior men's tees rather than the fair sex's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the ripe middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than 225 yards, also down the center. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a hero to within ten feet of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdie and ten bogies. I had three bird and five bogie, so when we finished Marie had shot a very hefty 80 ; I had a 74, only two slash over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a drink and asked the obvious motion of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the game about two calendar month ago. I really revel it—we play three or four times a calendar week, although not for too a great deal farsighted unfortunately."I thought the Guy were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of calendar month, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous lifelike athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be fair, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was capital to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm ocean and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull mahimahi while I got skunked, losing three fish near the boat ! When we got back plate Marie couldn't wait to tell the Thompsons about the trip, her great golfing, and how she beat me sportfishing. That night as we made set 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 sustain every time we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your twat. We don't need a silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty cunt. I made several roundabout way, stopping at each luscious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot nipples. succeeding I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her branch. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her breasts which were now at to the lowest degree a double-D and pinch her pap. I licked Marie's scratch, soaking up her juices on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her button. From my vantage full point I could see it poking from its exhaust hood, red and difficult and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my spit deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her button into my mouthpiece, sucking it between my tooth. She grabbed my pass, almost pulling my hair out as her rage overcame her. When I licked and sucked in plus to the lenify biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted several sentence. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertion, but, instead, she began to solve and kiss her ejaculation from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to bring golf almost until Labor Day when her medico suggested she take it well-situated her last month. We still fished respective times a workweek and I gladly ate her tasty slit every meter she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and pooch almost exclusively now—it was just so often light with her belly enlarged to hold not one but two babe. It was Friday Nox, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in hurting. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, it's not too bad. I can film it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of determination in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do other stuff, 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 back, and engulfed my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her oral fissure and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular orgasm. It was all she could do to swallow my intact incumbrance.

Tues, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's conference at a nearby club. I eagled their celebrated 679-yard par six with a 300-yard private road, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob bomber to within fifteen feet of the hole. It was a farsighted distortion putt with a double jailbreak. The clod died just as it fell into the mess. I couldn't time lag to tell Marie ! I joined my fellow golfers for lunch and a few beers before driving dwelling. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no solution. 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 oculus went big as dish aerial, my warmheartedness in my throat—Marie lay on the flooring in a pocket-sized pool of lineage."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an reply I opened the gate and the service department room access with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's pass in my lap. The emergency operator took my data as I tried unsuccessfully to remain tranquillize.

After breaking the link I phoned her Dr. who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's Grand chain hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable postponement, I could hear sirens approach. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a rum look. It proved to be a goodness decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to serve Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for various minutes doing nothing 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 accompany but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two investigator entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic maltreatment guinea pig ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas reception from a purchase I'd made on the way home plate. No affair what I said, no matter how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of patience."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either arrest me or get the hell off my prop. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my lawyer. I have plenty of money and I can afford the secure attorney in the state."The police detective's reply was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, son of a bitch, there's nothing you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your Book against ours—two highly respected military officer of the law."

"You think so ? My intelligence against yours ? hypothesis again—this whole episode is on telecasting, 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 wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security company has the grounds and the only way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the doorway. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the dismay now. If you don't get out in one minute the consternation will go to the Sheriff's office. Then you can excuse why you're in my abandon house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the speed limit point. I got to the hospital in just over xl minutes.

running into the emergency way I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for respective time of day. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this someone's idea of a sick put-on ? Eventually, more than than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can loosen, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd flop so I put my hand against the wall to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be exquisitely. I had to take the babies by C-section to save them as well as your married woman. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two weeks once we have their body weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, Doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her elbow room. I found Marie with a bunch of tubes in her and monitors 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 helping hand, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't open her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her centre, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her handwriting again and pulled the electric cord for the nursemaid. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

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

I kissed Marie's brow as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to contain them by abdominal delivery so your venter will be sore for a spell. They're in incubator and will be, she says, for about two hebdomad until she's for certain they can sustain themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

"Did I hear some fuzz at the house ? I thought I heard person giving you a firmly 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 deputy gave me a odd, sort of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The police detective got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. retard like that don't belong on a police force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to sleep and I'll visit our tiddler. 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 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, have you ?"When I shook my heading she continued,"It won't do any of us any soundly if you get spew, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could exit Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, St. 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 only thing I could witness open at that hour was a Wendy's a couple of miles away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't service myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and drink as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two mental block but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the vacate anteroom. A surety sentry duty tried to stop me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood international, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this hour there was a nanny on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's heartbeat and breathing rate were mellow than convention but steady. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were petite !

I waved at the nursemaid 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 incubators. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a Brobdingnagian grin and flashing the"OK"sign. I blew her a kiss 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 integral sentence. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubtfulness from her slit. I called for the nursemaid as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the maiden meter in the preceding two days she was able to osculate me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this forenoon. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nursemaid and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two changeling detectives I will never have it off. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good luck, you're going to involve it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the way less than ten min and when they left they walked right past me without saying a Good Book. They may have been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a long shooter !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was immature and good for you and strong. Just after noon the faculty allowed her to chew the fat our children. We were given robe and surgical masks as well as masking for my shoes. We couldn't take the babe from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close aspect. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her way Marie was helped back into the bed."Well, St. 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 Saint Matthew the Apostle and Sandra, just two figure we liked. I had no family that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no away influences. One matter she had insisted on was that we would not use either George I or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the experimental condition that I go home and do the Sami. Reluctantly, I agreed.

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

An hour later I took a call from Ralegh, the state of matter capital. It was the senior mate of a major law firm—a real heavy batter. We spoke for almost an hr ; I retained him and forwarded the video recording to him for critique. Several Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later he called again. We definitely had both a strong polite and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help her into the menage and I made her promise not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so grateful she and our nipper had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her well-to-do on the couch, brought her a small mantle so she'd be warm and gave her a pile of cartridge. When I asked if she wanted something to drink she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an iced tea, placing it carefully following to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a spot next to her. I sat and she took my handwriting."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not shit of glass ; I'm not going to break. 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 kiss me. It was long and angelic and tender. She wrapped her long spit around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her finisher."That's the musical theme,"she whispered as she placed my hired hand on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and system of weights of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my capitulum down to her conceited nipple, urging me to suckle. Her warm milk trickled into my sass."They gave me a breast pump with operating instructions to use it three or four times a day, but I had a better idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

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

5 Day after returning habitation I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's berth to have her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the MD. I learned about it that nighttime when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her pussy."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to find you within me—it makes me experience loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my shaft against her cunt. I got hard in a universe record metre. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a bantam bit, enough to perk up her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for surely she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past calendar week taken the video of the detectives along with Marie's deposition to the state police. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a long history of charge against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty million clam law suit against the county and the Sheriff's bureau. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a song from the logic gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to foretell. I turned on the video system just before opening the door.

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

"Bad affair can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug monger and that figure car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your mansion. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two fiddling babies once they come house from the infirmary -- just a little something for you to believe about. I take rattling unspoiled tutelage of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another claim from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police force. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely affable. He was following up on the guinea pig and had observed the Sheriff entering my drive. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the clock time the show finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the master was for my attorney. Three daytime later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detectives, were arrested on a long list of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a assortment of charges including corruption, grafting, theft, witness bullying, and more things than I can list here. A hebdomad later the county attorney contacted my lawyer about settling the case. The following morning Marie and I brought our two children home. All was well in the world.


THE END