I initially wrote and posted this, the final part of this history, respective years ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A subscriber pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my best news report, but it is dear if you like bathetic amatory sex and scores of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of stories. The easygoing way to do that is to tick on `` source 's List '' and then to click on `` numeral of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the inclination. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant lover, at the beach on Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. I had a slight help—an advert banner -- pulled by a carpenter's plane -- that said in large red capitals,"MARIE volition YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty secondment before turning to depend 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 proposal pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 kt solitaire in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their commencement 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 act as golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ringing and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the region and soon we were surrounded by more than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the water. Being other in the season it was cold by local standards, but the wave were small due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred 1000 out and an offshore breeze from the northwesterly. Marie exclaimed how insensate the water was, but she never let go of my manus or turned back to shoring. When we were pectus deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reception she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty intrusion from a passing wave. Marie laughed into my backtalk the beginning prison term it happened, but she kept her long strong tongue wrapped around mine.

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

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy flirt ! Now that you have me, what are your intentions ? Gon na yank me off or bed me here in front of 100 of people ?"

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

We walked up the beach helping hand in hired hand. Back at our chairs I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular physical structure. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to conglomerate our chairs, umbrella, and tank and, with a wafture to the group of cleaning woman, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hand up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to hold back until we got home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an fortuity,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her glossa ran roach around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed muscularity and energy as her heading bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the span back to the mainland. I really had to condense to stay fresh the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for quicksilver driving from Marie's rima oris would have been the finish affair I'd pauperism. I shuddered several prison term just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and pharynx. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit of clothes and resumed her rear end next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their back 1000. The Benjamin Thompson are great people, but when it came to naming their girl they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and slim down ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the little girl all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror range of a function of her mom, except with slightly with child pap, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie family with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or close intimate. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's XVI and going into 11th grade. consider 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 like time. She's about five foot seven, rail slenderize with A-cups, but quite the hot looking piddling software package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a putz in their gasp regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the crowing vamper of all, and only in 9th ground level. All three daughter were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some wild St. Pat's company 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 dependable supporter here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary older sis. Marie gave me a mickle on the cheek and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hired hand and ring. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really sword lily I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a standard and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the female child ; I could see that they were paying close aid. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her backrest to show her ring. Now there is no spoiled sight than seeing five female jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to fill a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking time, St. George, I thought she'd have your whole class before you got around to it."He gave me a playful clout in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hired man with his congratulations.

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

"Tuesday afternoon at three ; we have to get our license Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked verbalism."Neither of us has any home,"I continued,"and the Thompson are the only real protagonist we have so it's going to be a really minor ceremony. I made an appointment with the Justice of the peace of mind last calendar week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

"Can we come up ?"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 take a maid of laurels. Interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a exhibitioner and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet case and I joined her in the exhibitor. In our excitement the wet lawsuit had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a resultant role. I held her close, rubbing her pelt as we luxuriated in the steamy water. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect hide. I washed her back and buttocks nerve before running my finger up and down her crack."This is really authoritative,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the wrong position, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be free of any sand right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm cerebration. Use quite a little of soap on my motherfucker, George. Then let's lave your cock really well, too."I knew when to succeed guidance so I soaped up Marie's mulct butt mess then moved it to my putz. I turned to see Marie bow over and hold tight her ankles."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to infract, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower paries as I stepped behind her, my rock hard tool 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 usurpation. Her tight sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like finger squeezing and constricting my organ. The ohmic resistance was incredible, so loaded the loose peel on my stopcock remained stationary in the hard flier muscle, with only the intemperate tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible climax."nooky me, Saint George. screwing me gruelling,"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 button, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her hard hot little push. I used my nails to bother it while I rammed two fingerbreadth into her cunt in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's marvellous blowjob less than an 60 minutes ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my digit ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's 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 spot that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to flop as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to stay on. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my tool still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our eubstance.


CHAPTER 15

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

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the girls all wanted Sir Thomas More details on the proposal. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the length of our shower."Geez, xlv min for two showers—you must feature some hot water system 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 outgo I replied,"xlv minutes—one exhibitor, 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 grant Ray our decree ; the adult all had Warren Burger, the fille, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade murphy salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food for thought and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the girls fantasize about our upcoming marriage ceremony ; 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 only negative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

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

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

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

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her correctly leg over mine, placing it behind my consistence."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 worry, favourite, I can multitask—fucking you with my shaft and listening with my ears."I made my initial thrust, driving almost six inches into her silken pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, George, but the real me is timid, meek, and shy."I took her head in my mitt as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so well. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George IV. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been modest or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does feel grand, but to keep -- why are people spiritless, unsure, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"rightfulness, 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 small fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the full time. There was no reason to tell you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

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

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your pussy. I knew when I did that there was a chance you'd become pregnant and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a problem if you had used your gestation to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- remember ? I made the determination to get along back and I haven't regretted that for even a indorsement. I had a hunch you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't hold to marry you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the screwing ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my vertebral column so she'd be in override cowgirl on my cock. Planting her metrical unit on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my cock in her rigorous tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my putz into and out of her slit. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help oneself her. I reached around with both arms so I could set on her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingers. I couldn't carry back and neither could she. Our word had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight, even though it was an complex quantity one, from her shoulders. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her soundbox. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusts ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every get-up-and-go I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each other. I kissed her nerve tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ evildoing'on one condition—that you never again let something get so grievous without telling me what's on your intellect, and, in restoration, I promise the Same to you. Is it a deal ?"

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

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

"Now it's my play to scold. There's much more to a person than good expression, although in my judgment you're far Sir Thomas More than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the stake of preserving our human relationship I will allot that we're both very lucky. Now let me scavenge your cock for you then we'll get some slumber. Marie pushed me onto my cover to clobber my cock clean. Her yearn knife circled my helmet before moving down to my scape. She licked up from the infrastructure cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another impression, too. Every meter her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just gain out the gleam in her violet centre."George, just aspect at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

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

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd improve get into the substance abuse of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my cock up and down her twat and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"George, I'll never tire of this intuitive feeling, 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 mouthpiece, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My erecting felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosepipe. Her friction was acute as she moved us to mutual promised land. Marie worked like a cleaning woman possessed. Our bodies were covered in travail ; our bed sheet were a deal. Even though I had cum only minute of arc ago I wasn't going to last yearn under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shoal and rapid, her eyes were glassy. I'd never seen a womanhood fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a potent coming that shook her consistency like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the sexual climax ruled over her. Her chemical reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth part fourth dimension in just a few hours. It wasn't as mightily as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was stunning as I poured what seemed like a congius of cum up into her wonderful kitty-cat only to hold it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my dresser I held her close, smothering her face in cutter kisses.

Several second later we had recovered enough to swag 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 sheets and cover, and climbed in to precipitate asleep in second, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the stick with morn, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a foresightful tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my sunrise breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the CRT screen porch for a continental breakfast of succus, burnt umber, English muffins, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm weather and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for robes and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen door. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said nothing, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned last nighttime. 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-place night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but Saint George put me to bed last night and took substantial skillful care of me so I got a great night's quietus and I feel fantastic today. In fact, I was going to ask George to take aim me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would like to go sportfishing, George I. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the recess and the safe time for that would get two hours before high tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the intake so we had plenty of time to prepare. I suggested we leave the sorrel 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-shirts and walked down the sorrel. I had two hole here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the northeast ). I found several dozen good for you specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the work bench intent on returning to the house. Marie patted the buns so I joined her as she put her hand to the dorsum of my head, pulling me into a retentive tender and loving kiss. She broke the buss several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another prospicient terrific 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 rigging. I put a sinker and crotchet on each rod. I planned to lend four—the Sir Thomas More melodic line in the piss the better our chances of actually catching something, although we'd have a serious time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain stopple was in place, and put about three twelve mud minnows into the live well with five gallons of water system. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our ice chest with crapulence and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an impulse we returned to the house for our swimming suits—just in slip the fishing was really dumb. We left for the recess only fifteen minutes behind schedule.

The weather condition conditions were almost ideal—low but consistent winds. There were a lot of boats in the area, but well-nigh of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our showtime trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the groin before starting our first drift. I used my depth view finder to preserve racetrack of the bottom, something I found utile although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the water and pray—that's my school of thought,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and swelled 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 less than five minutes when she got the showtime rap. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook oceanic abyss. 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 resolve on earth seemed to be stealing the bait of pitiful fishermen. Using my pair of pliers I twisted the draw costless allowing the homely critter to decrease back into the body of water. I re-baited Marie's sweetener ; she had it back into the weewee in seconds.

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

"All right, define ripe and what stakes ?"

"I'll bet you I catch Sir Thomas More fish than you."

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

"OK, more steward and success gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I recede ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a long hot osculation. I broke it a moment later to oppose to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the hooking before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four muller that had pulled my drag respective prison term before exhausting itself in my net. Three more meter I pulled in a good sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces the Fishes disappeared when the lunar time period turned—neither of us got even a sharpness between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a concentrated strike. She played the fish for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the gravy holder. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rod, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shoring to love our dinner party. I anchored in about eight feet of urine on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee bean daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a nifty appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck of cards."fourth dimension for my afters and your payoff. trade good fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the yesteryear few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the assailable air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every moment. Her purple eyes shone like stars in the night as she swallowed my manhood is a one gulp—all eight-plus in disappearing into her throat in a split arcsecond. She backed off for a bit, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without decoy. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to suck up your shaft, but, Thomas More than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a probability of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to mould on me. Oh, did she go to bring on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner sporting. I could see the indentation in her cheeks as I slid into her mouth. My cock popped from the suck when she released me. All the patch 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 pectus could obtain the final blasts. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the upper side of her firm breasts. It was a sight to build me want to cum again—if only it was possible ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her gravy boat horseshoe, and dive over the side. Even almost five months pregnant she was lithe and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to fall in her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore up. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater buss as I groped around for her pussy. I pulled her suit aside, probing her twat with my finger while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full inclemency. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to plasterer's float, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging erection. All I had to do was pull in her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the weewee made for some new and fantastic sensation. I wrapped her legs around my shank as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of multitude about but they were all on the recess English 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 plate with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my tallness 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 waving in the water. Had anyone been nearby they would have noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic seventh heaven. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her head."What about you, St. 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 congius of cum down your throat. I'd have to be acid 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 boat, lowered the stern ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the anchor and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low fourscore, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the episodic fluffy pile cloud. Marie and I walked into Town Hall for our permit at 9:05 exactly. The hale process took us about forty minutes, 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 future door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost gear up even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hours. The daughter, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixty, but what did I know about fair sex's fashion or praxis. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner party that evening to celebrate. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair store when she returned abode. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her mind was on my pectus, her arm across my trunk, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her neck opening. I could sense her mettle beat ease and soon it was back to formula. We rested there for more than an minute until Marie told me she had to pee, a side issue of her maternity. She told me it would get forged as she neared replete term.

We ate a leisurely lunch and reviewed our vows—we decided to compose our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the DoJ's chambers. We joined them fifteen minutes later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the Justice it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly queasy. 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 justness appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a prison term when we were apart and it was the darkest part of my life, blacker than I could deliver imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its heat and light. Being with you is everything I could ever have got 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. Will you marry me, sleep with and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George IV, I used to be a shy mouse, afraid of my own phantom, afraid of men and beloved. Then I met you and you gave me authority and strength with your passion. Your love 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 brook again. Please, George, will you marry and get laid me for the rest of my lifetime ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and yearner. I will screw and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty communication channel set diamonds -- on her finger's breadth. Neither of us was shaking or aflutter. Marie took my ring—a Pt isthmus with a exclusive television channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye impinging placed it on my finger. We squeezed hands before breaking liaison. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stand there. osculate your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most loving kiss yet. We broke it only when the jurist said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to result and get Tracey bawling like a baby. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"adult female !"

We drove home to an impromptu political party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our courting coats and loosened our ties as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her gestation. It was a pleasant way to desolate a few hours before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a tremendous auditory sensation !

We returned domicile around nine after a grand Italian repast at a prime minister restaurant just up the route in sea islet. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to express her over the threshold as newly married span 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, kneel, 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 control surface, and that's nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her foundation, losing my own wearing apparel as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her subdued feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more vain than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking puss juice at an incredible charge per unit ; I leaned in to try out her ambrosia. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the heart and soul of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet burrow with my tongue. In a few minute I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my upper tooth and digit. Marie gripped my head, her finger's breadth deep in my hair as she pulled me into her kitty-cat."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her starting time orgasm took command of her. She trembled and shook as her eubstance was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became bass and Thomas More regular.

"I love you so much, Darling,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a long trench and have sex buss. Her long tongue swirled in my sassing, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my viva exertions on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her glossa, my cock was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my plight Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my hip. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive bottom 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 beloved ; I live to jazz you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her men on my chest of drawers, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet cunt. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an manifestation of her love and lustfulness. Breaking the osculation, Marie really went to influence on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard turncock as she drove us to a striking climax. Faster and libertine she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in want of exit. I could feel the familiar churning Menachem 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 River sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, St. 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 make a motion. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her pussy as cum drained onto my abdomen, legs, balls, and ultimately, the blanket and sail.

I woke to a hard teat being brushed over my lips. Keeping my center closed I licked around her areola and nipple before bringing it into my mouth to give suck. My hand found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning time Grant Wood. Her hotness, as always, was incredible ; the tightness and traveling bag of her pussy on my rooster, awesome. She placed her foot on the mattress so she could rise and fall on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the bound of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could feel a stirring in my lumbus. I reached up to rub and crimp her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her question back and arching her cover. 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 look 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 other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, make for our first full day as a married dyad. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would care to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked several locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in Florida. I booked a software system online and we spent near of the day getting fix. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had sight of balls and glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf dress, bathing suits, sun blocker, and even some semiformal outfits in case we had the opportunity to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early on the following first light, stopped for a good breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Georgia, less than thirty second from the Florida perimeter. We ate dinner party in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a hokey faux-western motif, but the food was plentiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problem with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a unmanageable dark, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled nigh of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to Book a round of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling a great deal ripe. We booked at the power and Bear, a course at the World golf village designed by Arnold Arnold Palmer and jackass Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife step onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and tee up off, Marie opting for the senior men's tees rather than the women's. I smoked my drive about 295 grounds down the right middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than than 225 yards, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a Italian sandwich to within ten feet of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two bird and ten bogies. I had three shuttle and five bogey, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two chance event over par. Our two critics scored in the nineties. They invited us to join them for a potable and asked the obvious interrogative of Marie—"You have a neat game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the game about two calendar month ago. I really love it—we play three or four times a week, although not for too a great deal longer unfortunately."I thought the guy cable were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of months, but Marie I had learned was a terrific natural athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be true, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great 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 cop dolphin while I got skunked, losing three fish near the boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't postponement to tell the Count Rumford about the tripper, her great golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That nighttime as we made ready for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to hold every time we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a silly bet."I kissed her again and made my journeying down to her tasty pussy. I made several detours, stopping at each delicious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot teat. next I kissed and licked her umbilicus and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her legs. I raised and separated her stage as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one incline and down the former. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her knocker which were now at least a double-D and collar her teat. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juices on my knife.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage tip I could see it poking from its hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her cakehole. Marie was panting, her breathing atypical, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my rima oris, sucking it between my tooth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my hair out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in addition to the patrician biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted several clip. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to link her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual elbow grease, but, instead, she began to solve and kiss her ejaculations from my facial expression. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until project Day when her doctor suggested she take it well-situated her final month. We still fished several times a calendar week and I gladly ate her tasty snatch every clip she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until proletariat Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so much light with her belly enlarged to contain not one but two babe. It was Fri 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 VI, it's not too bad. I can have it."

"Absolutely not, Marie ; I'm not hurting you and I'm not taking any chances with our child. 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 shag we can still do other hooey, can't we ? I'm going to demand care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my back, and engulfed my shaft into her hot wet mouth. Using her oral fissure and spit she fucked me to a spectacular climax. It was all she could do to withdraw my intact lading.

Tues, Sep 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf game with a men's conference at a nearby order. I eagled their illustrious 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob wedge to within xv foot of the hole. It was a longsighted straining putt with a replicate break. The ball died just as it fell into the hole. I couldn't wait to tell Marie ! I joined my fellow golf player for lunch and a few beers before driving dwelling house. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no solvent. I looked in the life way and bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eyes went big as dish, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a lowly pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was steady but debile. I grabbed the earpiece and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the service department door with my remote. I sat on the flooring to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency operator took my entropy as I tried unsuccessfully to rest simmer down.

After breaking the association I phoned her doctor who told me to bear her taken to Myrtle Beach's Grand Strand Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could take heed temptress approach. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a funny look. It proved to be a good decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to avail Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minutes doing nix 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 keep up but was detained by the deputy sheriff. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a defendant in a domestic contumely character ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop class receipt and a gas receipt from a leverage I'd made on the way menage. 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 solitaire."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either arrest me or get the underworld off my attribute. If you arrest me be prepared to grapple with my attorney. I have tidy sum of money and I can yield the best lawyer in the state."The detective's reaction was to perforate me in the stomach.

"Listen, whoreson, there's zippo you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your parole against ours—two highly prise officers of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? speculation again—this whole instalment is on picture, so who's the whoreson now ? See these trivial cameras in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security measures company has the evidence and the merely way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the door. 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 business office. Then you can explain why you're in my discharge house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep on under the amphetamine point of accumulation. I got to the hospital in just over forty minutes.

run into the exigency 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 several hours. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the dead for this. Was this someone's idea of a sick joke ? Eventually, More than two 60 minutes later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd collapse so I put my hand against the wall to steady myself."Marie,"the doc continued,"is in elbow room 227. She's going to be fine. 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 week once we have their body weight up within pattern parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, Doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her room. I found Marie with a crew of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a professorship, 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 open her eyes but I would consume sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her paw again and pulled the cord for the nurse. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

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

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to take them by cesarian so your venter will be sore for a patch. They're in incubators and will be, she says, for about two workweek until she's sure they can prolong themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can secern them. The showtime deputy sheriff gave me a mirthful, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's video. The detectives got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on disk. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots 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 nipper. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, George ?"

"Just a petty after eleven, so go to sleep."I kissed her frontal bone again and turned to allow, but Marie held my hand.

"George II, if I know you there's nothing in your venter. 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 head again, but before I could allow Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, Saint George,"she whispered just before falling again to log Z's. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The only thing I could find subject at that time of day was a Wendy's a twosome of land mile away. I ordered at the drive through windowpane then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no cause to festinate but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the relaxation of the Christopher Fry and salute as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the bound all the way. It was only seventy two mental block but it seemed an timeless existence. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the hollow third house. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two Twin to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood exterior, staring at the two absorb incubators. Even at this hour there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Polemonium caeruleum for my money. From what I could see my children's beat and breathing rates were gamy than rule but unconstipated. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were midget !

I waved at the nanny and she walked over to the window, asking through deal signal which one was mine. I traced letters backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the brooder. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a huge smile and flashing the"OK"sign. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable credit card chairman all night. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the entire time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubtfulness from her incision. I called for the nanny as I leaned over to hug and buss my love. For the first time in the preceding two days she was able to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a candy 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 morning. 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 investigator I will never do it. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good fortune, you're going to need it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the room lupus erythematosus than ten minute of arc 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 long shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and good for you and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to chit-chat our kid. We were given nightgown and surgical masks as well as covers for my shoes. We couldn't take the baby from the incubator, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were lilliputian !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."Well, George, I guess we should come up with some name, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an hour when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Matthew and Sandra, just two names we liked. I had no class that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no extraneous influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George IV or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the condition that I go house and do the Sami. 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 days and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the headphone. I'd used a local attorney when I purchased my house so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top attorney, but not a local one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd margin call me back.

An time of day later I took a phone call from Raleigh, the province cap. It was the elder partner of a John Roy Major law firm—a rattling heavy striker. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the television to him for reexamination. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and felon case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help oneself her into the house and I made her promise not to extend herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so grateful she and our tike had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a pile of mag. When I asked if she wanted something to booze 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 cabbage away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a spot future to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not micturate of ice ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing cypher 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 tenacious and Sweet and pinnace. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my impudence as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased sizing and weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my header down to her swollen-headed nipple, urging me to suckle. Her warm up milk trickled into my mouth."They gave me a knocker heart with instructions to use it three or four fourth dimension 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 nurses and the neo-natal specialist who had taken control of their care. One day I was contacted by the business position about their nib. I just asked them how practically and wrote a check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

fin days after returning base I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's spot to give birth 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 dick toward her twat."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're make 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 suffer me. But I need to feel you within me—it makes me feel loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my hammer against her slit. I got hard in a macrocosm phonograph recording prison term. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

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

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

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

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the show finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the original was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two changeling tec, were arrested on a long list of bang. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a variety of electric charge including corruption, graft, theft, find intimidation, and more matter than I can name here. A workweek later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The following morning Marie and I brought our two tyke home. All was well in the world.


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