I initially wrote and posted this, the concluding part of this tarradiddle, several years ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my proficient news report, but it is estimable if you like mushy romantic sex and fortune of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of stories. The easiest way to do that is to click on `` author 's lean '' and then to click on `` act of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the listing. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant buff, at the beach on Sabbatum of Memorial Day weekend. I had a lilliputian help—an advertizement banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in large red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the streamer for almost 30 second base before turning to reckon at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee in the time-honored marriage proposal pose. 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 off date as I placed it on her deal. All this had been observed by a turgid mathematical group of"golf widows"-women left alone by married man gone to roleplay golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her gestation. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the area and soon we were surrounded by more than fifty well-wisher. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's bridge player and led her to the pee. Being ahead of time in the season it was cold by topical anesthetic standards, but the wafture were minuscule due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred cubic yard out and an offshore breeze from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how cold the water was, but she never let go of my handwriting or turned back to shore. When we were thorax trench we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a pass wave. Marie laughed into my mouth the first time it happened, but she kept her long firm tongue wrapped around mine.

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

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

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

We walked up the beach paw in hand. Back at our chairs 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 pull together our chairs, umbrella, and cooler and, with a wave to the group of woman, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hired hand up the leg of my swimming costume again."I thought you were going to hold back until we got home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock give up. Leaning across the cabinet Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her tongue ran Mexican valium around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than convention, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and zip as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to celebrate the SUV in the centre of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. 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 in conclusion thing I'd motivation. I shuddered various metre just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delightful lingua she wiped me sporty, tucked me back into my lawsuit and resumed her derriere next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Count Rumford and their three girls—in their back railway yard. The Homer Thompson are corking the great unwashed, but when it came to naming their daughters they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror image of her mom, except with slightly heavy tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie plate with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big Sister or close confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's XVI 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 stopcock while looking into my eyes and smiling at me at the Lapp time. She's about five foot seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking minuscule package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a putz in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest toying of all, and only in ninth grade. All three girls were born in mid-December which must make 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 friend here and their teenage girl thought of Marie as an honorary honest-to-goodness sister. Marie gave me a peck on the brass and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and gang. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those airplane pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the lady friend ; I could see that they were paying close up attending. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her back to show her ring. Now there is no worse sight than seeing five female jumping up and down in solemnisation so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, Saint 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 hired man with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday good afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tues morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked expression."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Benjamin Thompson are the only real friends we have so it's going to be a really lowly ceremony. I made an appointment with the Justice of the Peace finally calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

"Can we fare ?"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 ask a maid of honor. Interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a shower and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our star sign. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the shower bath. In our excitement the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a answer. I held her close, rubbing her pelt as we luxuriated in the steamy weewee. I took the max, rubbing it over Marie's perfect skin. I washed her back and tail cheek before running my fingers up and down her wisecrack."This is really significant,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the ill-timed property, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be innocent of any Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of soap on my asshole, George. Then let's wash your cock really well, too."I knew when to keep up directions so I soaped up Marie's okay butt trap then moved it to my dick. I turned to see Marie bend over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to cave in, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower bath wall as I stepped behind her, my rock'n'roll hard peter poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her tight dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my violation. Her tight sphincter gripped my turncock like vise-like digit squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was unbelievable, so pixilated the lax skin on my cock remained stationary in the potent circular muscle, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an unbelievable orgasm."fucking me, George. fucking me toilsome,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrust with one of her own. So purpose was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and pinch her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her grueling hot little clitoris. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two finger into her slit in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful cock sucking less than an time of day ago. I felt her ass Menachem Begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers ; her climax was coming on warm. Marie's trunk was going through a serial of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her intestine. Marie began to crash as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to bear on. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my tool still in her ass, the hot weewee still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."damn, George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My shaft had softened at shoemaker's last and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our cascade. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every division of her yummy soundbox, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should get 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 more details on the marriage offer. Ray, in his common sarcastic manner commented on the duration of our shower."Geez, forty-five minutes for two showers—you must hold some hot weewee heater,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one exhibitioner, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to draw his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to give Ray our guild ; the adults all had Burger, the girls, hot domestic dog. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade white potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the girls fantasize about our upcoming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her deal up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The entirely negative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her climate continued at home as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my allow for side with Marie spooned in movement 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 thirty minutes when I heard the barest whispering,"Are you awake, George ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't vexation, Darling River, I can multitask—fucking you with my tool and listening with my ears."I made my initial poke, driving almost six inches into her slick pussy.

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

"OK, I promise to hold on perfectly still."This was a hope I knew was insufferable to keep.

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

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her head around to front at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the belief you were a piddle fair sex. Just the diametric is reliable, isn't it ?"

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

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

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

"Umm…no, George V. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does experience fantastic, but to go along -- why are mass spiritless, timid, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"right field, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and 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 integral time. There was no reason to severalise 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 prospect you'd become meaning and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might feature been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the decision to follow back and I haven't regretted that for even a bit. I had a hunch you were fraught. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to marry you. Now can we bar all this talking and get back to the ass ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my dorsum so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my stopcock. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my cock in her tight tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my dick into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both weaponry so I could assail her steaming clit with both script. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingers. I couldn't maintain back and neither could she. Our give-and-take had been a catharsis for her, lifting a free weight, even though it was an fanciful one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My poke ejected cum from her as it was squeezed out of her puss with every thrust I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each early. I kissed her cheek 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 mind, 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 favorable 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 love me. Let's facial expression it—on that same scale I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to scold. There's much more to a person than serious flavor, although in my opinion you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself favourable to have you, but in the pursuit of preserving our relationship I will allot that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your cock for you then we'll get some slumber. Marie pushed me onto my back to clobber my cock clean. Her hanker tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the pedestal cleansing me with every chance event, but she had another effect, too. Every clip her clapper touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just hit out the gleam in her violet eyes."George, just feel 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 dreaded, tremendous soul, Marie Anna Howard 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, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd good get into the riding habit of taking a nap in the good afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my cock up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to snog me she whispered,"George, I'll never tire of this touch, of you filling me and stretching my pussy paries. You make my whole body tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual enlightenment. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our consistence were covered in sweat ; our shroud were a jam. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to in conclusion farsighted under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her eye were glassy. I'd never seen a womanhood piece of tail like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his squawk until she suddenly exploded in a powerful orgasm that shook her dead body like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her chemical reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourthly sentence in just a few hours. It wasn't as muscular 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 twat only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her face in attender kisses.

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


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following aurora, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a long tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my morning breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen door porch for a Continental breakfast of juice, java, English muffin, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm conditions and the promiscuous breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off last night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George V put me to bed last Night and took real number right aid of me so I got a keen night's rest and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to take me fishing later."We chatted for a spell before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go sportfishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to hold in the lunar time period. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the dear time for that would begin two hours before high lunar time period and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the intake so we had plenteousness of prison term to develop. I suggested we leave the wharf 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 sour grass. We threw on short pants and T-shirt and walked down the dock. I had two traps here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen healthy specimens so we'd have batch. I returned to Marie on the bench purpose on returning to the house. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my heading, pulling me into a long attendant and loving candy kiss. She broke the kiss respective bit later, mouthing the dustup,"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 tackle. I put a sinker and hooking on each rod. I planned to convey four—the Thomas More strain in the body of water the beneficial our fortune of actually catching something, although we'd have a right time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain plug was in spot, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the bouncy wellspring with five congius of water system. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the theater for our swimming suits—just in case the fishing was really tedious. We left for the recess only XV hour behind schedule.

The conditions conditions were almost ideal—low but consistent nothingness. There were a lot of boats in the domain, but most of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our first trip-up here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our first trend. I used my depth finder to keep track of the fundament, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your decoy in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more than and boastful Fish than I did so there was no convincing her that scientific discipline had played a parting in her luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for LE than five minutes when she got the first smash. Marie played the Pisces patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod bend almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly fish whose only propose on worldly concern seemed to be stealing the lure of miserable fisherman. Using my pliers I twisted the claw give up allowing the homely critter to fall back into the pee. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water system in seconds.

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

"All right, determine advantageously and what stakes ?"

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

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

"OK, more than custodian and succeeder gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I fall behind ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a long hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to oppose to a hard smash on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag several meter before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a 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 tough smash. She played the fish for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the gravy boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep on. 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 VI, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the pole, released the remaining mud Phoxinus phoxinus, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight feet of water on the sheltered slope of the island. I hosed down the gravy boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two john of gingerroot ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to fix 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 great appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner party when she fell to the deck of cards."Time for my dessert and your wages. Good sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my pecker which had hardened dramatically in the past few second base. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the undetermined air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second. Her purple eyes shone like sensation in the night as she swallowed my manhood is a bingle gulp—all eight-plus inch disappearing into her throat in a rent second. She backed off for a endorse, smiling as she told me,"I'm sword lily I lost the bet, St. George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without bait. I wanted to mislay ; I wanted to draw your cock, but, More than that, I wanted to do it here, in the give, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to knead on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my prick, sucking me like a vacuity fair. I could see the indentations in her cheeks as I slid into her backtalk. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the spell that magnificent knife 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 first three she removed me so her chest could receive the final exam blasts. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tiptop of her house breasts. It was a sight to defecate me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat brake shoe, and dove over the side. Even almost five months fraught she was lithe and acrobatic. 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 kiss as I groped around for her snatch. I pulled her courting aside, probing her snatch with my fingers while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full insensibility. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to ice-cream float, making her twat fully accessible to my raging erection. All I had to do was deplume her finis to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the H2O made for some new and fantastic wizard. I wrapped her stage around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

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

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

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your throat. I'd have to be Superman to be capable 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 sauceboat, lowered the stern ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the ground tackle and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystallization clear day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina Amytal, punctuated with the occasional fluffy mound cloud. Marie and I walked into Town Hall for our licence at 9:05 exactly. The whole outgrowth took us about XL minute of arc, mainly because we shared the Same last name. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went following door to shoot the breeze with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to leave alone for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with crimper in their hair. I thought that went out in the LX, but what did I know about fair sex's mode or practices. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as unquiet as a cat in a rocking chairwoman memory when she returned menage. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my dorsum and pulled Marie to me. Her headway was on my chest of drawers, her arm across my body, her leg over mine so her snatch pressed against my thigh. I kissed her foreland, inhaling the aroma of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could feel her pith metre informality and soon it was back to formula. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a slope outcome of her maternity. She told me it would get uncollectible as she neared full term.

We ate a easy 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 judge's chambers. We joined them fifteen proceedings later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five bit after. Standing before the justice it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly queasy. 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 relax a bit more. When the justness 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 dark 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 fondness and Light Within. 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 moment of my day, you bring meaning to my life history. Will you marry me, know and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George IV, I used to be a shy mouse, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me sureness and durability with your love. Your love has made me the cleaning woman I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not live again. Please, George IV, will you marry and eff me for the rest of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet centre, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will make love and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the band. I placed Marie's—a platinum set with twenty channel set ball field -- on her finger's breadth. Neither of us was shaking or queasy. Marie took my ring—a platinum lot with a I groove set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger's breadth. We squeezed hired hand before breaking touch. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stand there. Kiss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most bid, most get laid osculation 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 child. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove house to an impromptu party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our suit coats and loosened our necktie as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine. Marie politely declined any alcoholic beverage because of her pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to waste a few 60 minutes before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful audio !

We returned place around nine after a fantastic Italian meal at a premier restaurant just up the road in Ocean isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to carry her over the threshold 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 bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't think how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the interior as you are on the surface, and that's nil lupus erythematosus 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 placid. She had just trimmed her mild feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounce, more swollen than they were, if potential. Marie was leaking twat juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to try out her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the essence of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her miserly velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clitoris with my speed teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my headland, her finger deep in my hair as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took restraint of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became mysterious and more regular.

"I love you so much, ducky,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a prospicient trench and loving kiss. Her farseeing 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 knife, my hammer was throbbing with every trice. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my rear and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive underside of my erection into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my love ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her workforce on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet cunt. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clitoris into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a spectacular orgasm. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in swither, exhausted, but still in need of dismission. I could feel the intimate 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 III, 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 locomote. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, peg, balls, and ultimately, the mantle and canvas.

I woke to a arduous mamilla being brushed over my brim. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and tit before bringing it into my mouth to breastfeed. My mitt found her other chest. 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 good morning Wood. Her heat, as always, was unbelievable ; the meanness and grip of her snatch on my stopcock, awesome. She placed her foundation on the mattress so she could stand up and hang 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 feel a stirring in my loins. I reached up to rub and top her button ; Marie responded by throwing her promontory 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 face because of her swollen belly."Is this what I have to look forward to as a married man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, fix for our first base full day as a get married match. 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. We checked several locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, LE than two sidereal day drive down in Sunshine State. I booked a parcel online and we spent most of the day getting ready. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had great deal of balls and boxing glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing wooing, sun blocker, and even some semiformal turnout in character we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the pursual first light, stopped for a dear breakfast at one of the many flannel-cake houses in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Georgia, lupus erythematosus than 30 minutes from the Florida perimeter. We ate dinner in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a hokey faux-western motif, but the solid food was plentiful and inexpensive. 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 bathroom, so I handled most of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the former afternoon. We checked in and tried to Koran a bout of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling a good deal better. We booked at the King and Bear, a course at the globe Golf village designed by Benedict Arnold Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very meaning wife measure onto the first-class honours degree tee. We introduced ourselves and tee off, Marie opting for the senior men's football tee rather than the adult female's. I smoked my drive about 295 K down the right middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a submarine sandwich to within ten feet of the maw and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two bird and ten bogie. I had three bird and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to link them for a drink and asked the obvious dubiousness of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George III introduced me to the game about two month ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four time a week, although not for too lots longsighted unfortunately."I thought the Guy were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of month, but Marie I had learned was a frightful instinctive athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honorable, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was bully to get away. We played golf, swam in the strong ocean and even spent a day rich sea sportfishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a dogshit dolphin while I got skunked, losing three Pisces the Fishes near the boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to tell the Homer Thompson about the trip, her smashing golfing, and how she beat me sportfishing. That Nox 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 admit every sentence we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a cockamamy bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty bitch. I made respective roundabout way, stopping at each scrumptious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy ring of color and her hard hot tit. Next I kissed and licked her navel point and all around her vain venter before moving between her ramification. 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 touch her nipples. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juices on my lingua.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage breaker point I could see it poking from its hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my lingua deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in addition to the gentle biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my typeface as she squirted several times. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to link her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual sweat, but, instead, she began to work out and kiss her ejaculations from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to work golf almost until Labor Day when her doctor suggested she take it easy her final calendar month. We still fished respective clock time a workweek and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every sentence she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until toil Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so much easy with her belly enlarged to hold not one but two babies. It was Friday night, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in pain. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George V, it's not too bad. I can take it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of determination in her cheek,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't screwing we can still do other hooey, 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 binding, and absorb my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouth and tongue she fucked me to a salient orgasm. It was all she could do to swallow my entire onus.

Tuesday, Sep 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby lodge. I eagled their illustrious 679-yard par six with a 300-yard thrust, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge to within fifteen feet of the fix. It was a long straining putt with a two-fold break. The ball died just as it fell into the fix. I couldn't wait to separate Marie ! I joined my mate golfers for luncheon and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the service department I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no answer. I looked in the living room and sleeping accommodation for her before checking the way we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eye went big as dish, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the base in a diminished pond of blood line."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but weak. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the logic gate and the garage room access with my remote control. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's straits in my lap. The emergency operator took my selective information as I tried unsuccessfully to stay on calm.

After breaking the connection I phoned her medico who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's K Strand hospital where she'd sports meeting us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable postponement, I could hear siren glide slope. The world-class was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my protection remote after he gave me a queer tone. It proved to be a practiced decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help oneself Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for various second doing nothing but keeping me away from my beloved 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 follow but was detained by the deputy sheriff. Shortly thereafter, two police detective entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a house servant abuse cause ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro store receipt and a gas reception from a purchase I'd made on the way domicile. No matter 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 dimension. If you arrest me be prepared to make out with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can afford the best lawyer in the state."The police detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, asshole, there's nothing 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 ? speculation again—this whole episode is on video, so who's the asshole now ? See these little tv camera in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your lieutenant arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to give up me. My security company has the evidence and the only way you'll ever get it is with my license, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the threshold. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the alarm will go to the Sheriff's office. Then you can explain why you're in my hollow house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to maintain under the focal ratio limitation. I got to the infirmary in just over forty minutes.

Running into the emergency elbow room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several 60 minutes. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this someone's idea of a sick trick ? Eventually, Sir Thomas More than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd crash so I put my handwriting against the paries to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to acquire the babies by caesarean to save them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two workweek once we have their torso weight up within normal parameter. 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 way. I found Marie with a gang of electron tube in her and admonisher tracking her vital organ. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't receptive her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her heart, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the cord for the nursemaid. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

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

I kissed Marie's frontal bone as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to necessitate them by C-section so your abdomen will be sore for a while. They're in brooder 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 grounds they thought I had assaulted you and…."

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can state them. The initiatory deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm clock organisation's video. The detectives got a slight rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record book. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a police violence. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to kip and I'll visit our kid. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What prison term is it now, George IV ?"

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

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


CHAPTER 19

The lonesome thing I could witness out-of-doors at that hour was a Wendy's a pair of land mile away. I ordered at the parkway 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 help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the residual of the tiddler and drink as I drove. The traffic was light at that hr but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two blocks but it seemed an timeless existence. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty lobby. A security safety tried to stop over me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the baby's room. I stood outside, staring at the two occupied incubator. Even at this hour there was a nursemaid on duty. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my tiddler's heartbeat and respiration rates were higher than convention but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were flyspeck !

I waved at the nanny and she walked over to the windowpane, asking through mitt signaling which one was mine. I traced missive 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 huge smile 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 credit card chair all Night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the total time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no dubiousness from her incision. I called for the nursemaid as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love life. For the showtime time in the past two daylight 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 sunrise. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her grin. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two changeling detectives I will never recognize. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good circumstances, you're going to necessitate it. My married woman can be a tiger when she's aroused."

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

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and healthy and unassailable. Just after noon the stave allowed her to visit our children. We were given gowns and surgical masque as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the babies from the incubator, but we did get a cracking up-close look. Marie did agree—they were tiny !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."Well, George, I guess we should amount 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 St. Matthew and Sandra, just two epithet we liked. I had no crime syndicate that I knew of and almost all of hers were deadened so we had no outside influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George II or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to catch some Z's and she agreed on the precondition that I go home and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

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

An 60 minutes later I took a call from Raleigh, the state capital. It was the older partner of a John Roy Major law firm—a real heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for reassessment. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a substantial civil and criminal casing. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later. I had to help her into the house and I made her promise not to tense herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so grateful 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 modest cover so she'd be warm up and gave her a pile of magazines. When I asked if she wanted something to tope she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an frost 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 maculation following to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made 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 exercise myself."She leaned forward to kiss me. It was long and sweet and tender. She wrapped her long clapper around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the musical theme,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her knocker. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her intumesce nipple, urging me to suckle. Her fond Milk River trickled into my mouth."They gave me a breast heart with didactics to use it three or four meter a day, but I had a well idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to call in our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialist who had taken ascendancy of their fear. One day I was contacted by the business government agency about their bill. I just asked them how very much and wrote a hindrance. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five daytime after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to have her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the doctor. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her snatch."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're cook 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 feel 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 cock against her slit. I got hard in a humankind track record meter. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to energise her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for for certain she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the preceding week taken the video recording of the detective along with Marie's deposition to the state police force. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a long history of complaints against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a XX million dollar law suit against the county and the Sheriff's office. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a telephone call from the logic gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to name. I turned on the video organisation just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the causa was going to spend a penny his office looking bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad thing can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug trader and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted care. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your house. And, who knows what might happen to your married woman and those two slight babe once they come house from the infirmary -- just a fiddling something for you to think about. I take real good aid 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 mo later I received another vociferation from the logic gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the DoS constabulary. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the display finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the original was for my attorney. Three daytime later all three, the Sheriff and the two changeling investigator, were arrested on a long list of charges. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a kind of rush including corruption, graft, theft, spectator bullying, and more things than I can lean here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The following sunup Marie and I brought our two children habitation. All was well in the world.


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