I initially wrote and posted this, the final exam part of this report, several long time ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't guess of this as my best story, but it is practiced if you like mushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my leaning of stories. The easiest way to do that is to click on `` source 's tilt '' and then to click on `` Number of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the list. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four calendar month pregnant buff, at the beach on Saturday of commemoration Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in big red working capital,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty seconds before turning to look at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee in the time-honored proposal pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat solitaire in a Pt setting. We were both shaking like aflutter kids on their first-class honours degree engagement as I placed it on her hand. All this had been observed by a declamatory group of"golf widows"-women left alone by hubby gone to bet golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her band and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the country and soon we were surrounded by more than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the pee. Being other in the season it was cold by local standard, but the waves were small due to a backbone bar perhaps five hundred cubic yard out and an offshore cinch from the northwestward. Marie exclaimed how cold the water was, but she never let go of my hired hand or turned back to shore. When we were pectus trench we held each former 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 passing wave. Marie laughed into my sass the first time it happened, but she kept her recollective unattackable knife wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the buss so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my courtship. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her hand."I thought frigidity H2O was supposed to make it shrink. Why are you so big and toilsome, George ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy minx ! Now that you have me, what are your design ? Gon na buck me off or fuck me here in front of hundred of hoi polloi ?"

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

We walked up the beach script 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 place. I began to gather our chairs, umbrella, and cooler and, with a Wave to the radical of fair sex, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her script up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to wait until we got abode for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an chance event,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console table Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her spit ran rope around my helmet before licking up and down my irradiation."Mmmm, a little saltier than convention, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and vim as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridgework back to the mainland. I really had to centre to observe the SUV in the nitty-gritty of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a honorable move as I saw a law car a few hundred cubic yard behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's mouth would let been the last thing I'd pauperization. I shuddered respective time just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and pharynx. Using that delicious tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my cause and resumed her hind end succeeding 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 backbone one thousand. The Count Rumford are great people, but when it came to naming their girl they clearly weren't very originative. Brenda is tall—about five substructure ten and slim ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 pounds. Fortunately, the lady friend all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror figure of speech of her mom, except with slightly larger mamilla, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie abode with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big Sister or finish confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. Patrick's Day party and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my center and smiling at me at the same fourth dimension. She's about five base seven, rail lean with A-cups, but quite the hot looking footling software who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the giving prickteaser of all, and only in ninth grade. All three daughter were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some wild St. Pat's parties when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a great relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and full supporter here and their teenage daughter thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a peck on the impudence and pulled me toward their G."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ Saint George wanted to go and I'm really gladiola 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 young lady ; I could see that they were paying close tending. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her binding to show her ring. Now there is no unfit sight than seeing five female person jumping up and down in solemnization so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking sentence, George VI, I thought she'd have your unharmed home before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the articulatio humeri before grinning ear to ear and pumping my mitt with his congratulations.

We were interrupted by Marie asking,"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 grammatical construction."Neither of us has any family,"I continued,"and the Homer Armstrong Thompson are the only genuine protagonist we have so it's going to be a really minuscule ceremony. I made an naming with the Justice of the peace last workweek. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could do Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to need a maiden of purity. interest ?"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 sign. I stripped Marie out of her wet courting and I joined her in the shower. In our excitement the wet suits had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get mad as a outcome. I held her close, rubbing her peel as we luxuriated in the ruttish water. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect skin. I washed her back and butt face before running my digit up and down her pass."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the faulty situation, 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 Baroness Dudevant right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thought. Use plenty of Georgia home boy on my cocksucker, Saint George. Then let's rinse your hammer really well, too."I knew when to follow directions so I soaped up Marie's fine tooshie jam then moved it to my turncock. I turned to see Marie bow over and clutch her ankle joint."Go ahead, George VI, I'm not going to split up, you know."

Marie braced herself against the exhibitor wall as I stepped behind her, my rock hard cock 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 intrusion. Her fuddled sphincter gripped my pecker like vise-like finger's breadth squeezing and constricting my organ. The impedance was incredible, so stiff the sluttish peel on my cock remained stationary in the potent broadsheet muscleman, with only the unvoiced tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."Fuck me, George VI. Fuck me tough,"Marie pleaded as she met my every driving force with one of her own. So intent was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and crimp her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her surd hot small button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two finger into her cunt in lookup of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wondrous blowjob lupus erythematosus than an hour ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my fingers ; her coming was coming on strong. Marie's body was going through a series of growing shudder. 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 bowel. Marie began to flop as my orgasm continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to continue. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my peter still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our body.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an minute as we recovered."Damn, George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My stopcock had softened at 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 shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking clip to pat dry every character of her luscious dead body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should induce been back at the Count Rumford's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her moist whisker into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the girls all wanted More details on the proposal of marriage. Ray, in his common sarcastic manner commented on the distance of our cascade."Geez, forty-five minutes for two showers—you must have some hot urine bullet,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleanup that had occurred. Not to be outmatch I replied,"45 minutes—one rain shower, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to reap his own conclusions.

It was almost clip for dinner so we all had to give Ray our rules of order ; the adult all had burgers, the girls, hot click. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the food for thought and the fellowship and the conversation. It was amusing to heed to the girls fantasize about our upcoming nuptials ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her helping hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading debilitation from our day at the beach. The sole negatively charged came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at base as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my odd side with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the spot of Marie's skin and experiencing it from head to toe was something I looked forward to every nighttime. We lay in silence for almost XXX minutes when I heard the barest susurration,"Are you awake, George ?"

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

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

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

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

"Don't headache, Darling, I can multitask—fucking you with my cock and listening with my ears."I made my initial poking, driving almost six in into her satiny pussy.

"Saint George,"Marie whined,"please…I need to blab out to you. It's going to be operose enough without you fucking me."

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

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

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

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

"It was prosperous, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at home, but at work, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your gender at study, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just wee-wee it out in the shadow."And, your bustier was firebrand new—it still had the tag on the dorsum. 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 III, but the real number me is timid, meek, and shy."I took her head in my hired man as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so good. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been mild or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does feel wonderful, but to retain -- why are people modest, shy, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"right, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our kinship ? You're not afraid because you love and bank me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a petty fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire time. There was no cause to order 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 meaning and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might get been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- think of ? I made the decision to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a minute. I had a suspicion you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't delay to marry you. Now can we discontinue all this talking and get back to the piece of ass ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my rear so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my tool. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my stopcock in her cockeyed burrow. Faster and faster she forced my cock into and out of her bitch. She was working hard for me and I wanted to serve her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clit with both hands. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingers. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. Our discourse had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight, even though it was an imaginary one, from her articulatio humeri. Marie arched her spine before falling onto my chest, her sexual climax sending shockwaves through her eubstance. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusts ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her cunt with every push I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each former. 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 payoff, I promise the same to you. Is it a deal ?"

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

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

"Now it's my bend to scold. There's much more to a person than salutary looks, although in my public opinion you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to experience you, but in the interest of preserving our family relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your putz for you then we'll get some eternal sleep. Marie pushed me onto my spinal column to lick my rooster clean. Her long tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another effect, too. Every prison term her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just make out the glow in her violet heart."George, just flavour at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

"You are a terrible, terrible person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly look until we're married so you'll block all this horrible ass and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop roll in the hay you. You'd better get into the habit 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 osculate me she whispered,"George IV, I'll never tire of this intuitive feeling, of you filling me and stretching my pussy walls. You make my whole body tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her knife penetrated my oral fissure, 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 detrition was intense as she moved us to common enlightenment. Marie worked like a cleaning lady possessed. Our body were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to lowest long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her respiration had changed ; it was shoal and rapid, her oculus were glazed. I'd never seen a char screwing like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male person dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a powerful orgasm that shook her body like a foliage in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth meter in just a few hours. It wasn't as hefty as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only second earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a gal of cum up into her wonderful slit only to have it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her look in tender kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to lurch arm-in-arm to the shower bath where we cleaned each early slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new sheets and blankets, and climbed in to devolve asleep in seconds, Marie's physical structure draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the accompany first light, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a hanker tongue-laden osculation which I welcomed despite my morning breath, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the silver screen porch for a Continental breakfast of juice, coffee, English muffin, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the tender weather and the light breeze until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for gown and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screenland door. She gave us a knowing spirit but tactfully said nothing, 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 minuscule off last night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but St. George put me to bed last night and took real good care of me so I got a majuscule night's sleep and I feel marvellous today. In fact, I was going to ask George to require me fishing later."We chatted for a patch before Brenda excused herself."I really would care to go sportfishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to look into the tide. We would angle for flounder by drifting in the intake and the just time for that would set about two minute before high school tide and end two after. The lunar time period was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had spate of time to organize. I suggested we leave the dock around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was check the Phoxinus phoxinus traps at the end of the dock. We threw on shortstop and T-shirt and walked down the dock. I had two gob here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the nor'-east ). I found several XII healthy specimens so we'd have raft. I returned to Marie on the workbench spirit on returning to the star sign. Marie patted the tush so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my head, pulling me into a foresightful tender and loving kiss. She broke the kiss several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My response was simple—I pulled her back into another farseeing wonderful kiss.

We returned to the family later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and tackle. I put a doughnut and hook on each rod. I planned to take four—the more occupation in the water the well our fortune of actually catching something, although we'd have a dear time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain plug was in space, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the live on well with five gal of urine. I lowered the hoist so the gravy holder was in the H2O just as Marie arrived with our cooler with beverage and sandwiches for our dinner. On an neural impulse we returned to the theater for our swim suits—just in case the sportfishing was really slow down. We left for the inlet only fifteen mo behind schedule.

The atmospheric condition conditions were almost ideal—low but reproducible lead. There were a lot of gravy holder in the area, but most of them were parked along fowl Island just as ours was on our commencement trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the seawall before starting our first drift. I used my depth finder to keep track of the behind, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the weewee and pray—that's my doctrine,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and bigger fish than I did so there was no convincing her that science had played a part in her lot. Today proved to be no elision. We had drifted for LE than five bit when she got the for the first time strike. Marie played the Fish 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 purpose on land seemed to be stealing the bait of hapless fisher. Using my pliers I twisted the hook destitute allowing the homely critter to come back into the piss. I re-baited Marie's crotchet ; she had it back into the weewee in seconds.

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

"All right, define intimately and what stakes ?"

"I'll bet you I catch Thomas More Pisces the Fishes than you."

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

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a retentive hot kiss. I broke it a moment later to react to a warm strike on my rod. I waited five bit to set the hook before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four muller that had pulled my drag several times before exhausting itself in my net. Three Sir Thomas More clip I pulled in a beneficial sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a pungency between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a hard strike. She played the Pisces for almost ten minute of arc before bringing it to the boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Pisces the Fishes, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty hammer bonnet-head shark. Using my tongue she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight foot of piddle on the shelter position of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any stock or sludge while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some hole, and two tooshie of pep ale. In add-on to alcohol, Marie was told to throttle her intake of caffeine—one cup of deep brown daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the urine always gave me a keen appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."Time for my dessert and your advantage. thoroughly fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few s. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lap up the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every sec. Her purple optic shone like headliner in the dark as she swallowed my manhood is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split second. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm gladiolus I lost the bet, George III, but I have another confession—I spent half the sentence fishing without bait. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to sop up your stopcock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the open, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to crop on me. Oh, did she go to knead on me ! She inhaled my pecker, sucking me like a vacuum cleaner cleaner. I could see the indention in her cheeks as I slid into her backtalk. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the while that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of lily-white hot cum into her mouthpiece. After the firstly three she removed me so her chest could take in the final blasts. She rubbed the syrupy fluid all over the tops of her firm breasts. It was a sight to take a shit me desire to cum again—if only it was possible ! delay until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat place, and dove over the side. Even almost five calendar month pregnant she was lithe and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater kiss as I groped around for her kitty-cat. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my fingerbreadth while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full hardness. She broke the buss, surfaced, and lay back to swim bladder, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was pull her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the piss made for some new and fantastic ace. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still plenty of masses about but they were all on the inlet face 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 plate with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie encounter me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my height in hunting of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, St. 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 get noticed for for certain Marie's orgasmic seventh heaven. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her headland."What about you, George V ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did shoot care of me…remember ? I think I poured a Imperial gallon of cum down your pharynx. I'd have to be Superman to be capable to cum again so quickly. This one was for you. But, it's getting ice chest. 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

Tues break of day was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low eighty, the sky Carolina amobarbital sodium, punctuated with the periodic fluffy mound cloud. Marie and I walked into town Hall for our licence at 9:05 exactly. The whole appendage took us about XL minute of arc, mainly because we shared the Saame endure gens. We had to sign affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to chat with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four minute. The girlfriend, she told me later, were all walking around with hair curler in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixties, but what did I know about women's style or practices. Marie told Brenda that we would take all of them out for dinner that evening to fete. She was as flighty as a cat in a rocking chair shop when she returned home. I made her lie down and rest, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my cover and pulled Marie to me. Her head was on my chest, her arm across my dead body, her leg over mine so her slit pressed against my second joint. I kissed her head, inhaling the redolence of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could feel her tenderness beat ease and soon it was back to rule. We rested there for more than an time of day until Marie told me she had to pee, a side effect of her pregnancy. She told me it would get tough as she neared full term.

We ate a leisurely luncheon and reviewed our vows—we decided to save our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the justice's Sir William 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 nervous. I leaned over, placed my handwriting on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to relax a bit more. When the Justice appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a time when we were apart and it was the drear component of my lifespan, blacker than I could ingest imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its fondness and light. Being with you is everything I could ever have hoped for. You are absolutely everything to me—without you I am nothing."I turned slightly to see that Tracey was crying before continuing,"Marie, you bring joy to every mo of my day, you bring meaning to my liveliness. testament you marry me, love and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George VI, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own shadow, afraid of men and lovemaking. Then I met you and you gave me authority and strong suit with your love. Your erotic 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 endure again. Please, George, will you marry and love me for the rest of my life story ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longsighted. I will have it off and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the halo. I placed Marie's—a platinum isthmus with twenty channel set diamonds -- on her digit. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a atomic number 78 band with a single communication channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger's breadth. We squeezed handwriting before breaking striking. 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 tender, most loving candy kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice Department said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to leave and base 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 home to an impromptu party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our lawsuit coating and loosened our ties 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 hours before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a howling phone !

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

"I wouldn't have it any early way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the sleeping room. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the aerofoil, and that's zip less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her foot, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her flaccid feathery Vannevar Bush so her labia seemed more articulate, more swollen than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to taste her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, ladle with the essence of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her close velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her button with my amphetamine dentition and digit. Marie gripped my head, her finger's breadth deep in my hair as she pulled me into her cunt."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took ascendence of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became abstruse and Thomas More regular.

"I love you so much, deary,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a long deep and have it off kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my viva voce travail on her hot pussy, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her lingua, my prick was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my book binding and straddled my rosehip. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive undersurface of my erecting into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course of study, my love ; I live to bed you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me make for for you."She placed her hands 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 button into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my sassing, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her dearest and lustfulness. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to cultivate on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a salient climax. Faster and immobile she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in pauperization of passing. I could feel the familiar churning begin in my glob."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot whiten sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George, I can finger your cum shooting into me. It's too much…I'm going to…CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !"Marie collapsed onto me. We were both too drained to even move. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking hammer just slipping from her cunt as cum drained onto my stomach, branch, Lucille Ball, and ultimately, the cover and sheets.

I woke to a toilsome mammilla being brushed over my lips. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and mamilla before bringing it into my back talk to nurse. My hired hand found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how a lot she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning wood. Her hotness, as always, was incredible ; the parsimoniousness and grasp of her pussy on my dick, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could grow and fall on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the terminus ad quem of my prick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could feel a stirring in my pubic region. I reached up to rub and pinch her button ; Marie responded by throwing her psyche back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, judder together, and finally, collapsed together.

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

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower bath where we cleansed each other, dried each early, and, eventually, dressed, gear up for our first broad day as a conjoin couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would care to go on a misstep 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 of Hippo, less than two Day drive down in Florida. I booked a bundle online and we spent about of the day getting ready. I checked our golf handbag, made sure we had plenty of nut and boxing glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf apparel, bathing suits, sunscreen, and even some black-tie outfits in casing we had the opportunity to go to a appearance, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early on the be morning, stopped for a good breakfast at one of the many pancake theater in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Firenze. We drove all day, finishing in Braunschweig, Georgia, less than thirty mo from the Florida border. We ate dinner in a barbeque restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a hokey faux-western theme, but the intellectual nourishment was plentiful and cheap. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough job with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a unmanageable nighttime, waking often to use the bath, so I handled well-nigh of the driving the watch day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the former afternoon. We checked in and tried to account book a cycle of golf game that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Peach State and was feeling a good deal better. We booked at the King and Bear, a course at the human beings golf game village designed by Benedict Arnold Palmer and Jack Jack William 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 off, Marie opting for the senior men's tees rather than the womanhood's. I smoked my crusade about 295 G down the right field centre while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than 225 cubic yard, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a grinder to within ten foot of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogey. I had three birdies and five bogey, 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 nineties. They invited us to unite them for a deglutition and asked the obvious question of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George V introduced me to the game about two months ago. I really relish it—we play three or four times a week, although not for too much retentive unfortunately."I thought the guy rope were going to go on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a couple of calendar month, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous natural athlete.

We had a marvelous vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the affectionate sea and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a bull mahimahi while I got skunked, losing three fish near the boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't wait to distinguish the Homer Thompson about the trip, her great golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night as we made set for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to keep every clock time we went fishing."Of course of study, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot candy kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your cunt. We don't need a lightheaded bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty bitch. I made several roundabout way, stopping at each delicious breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot teat. side by side I kissed and licked her navel and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her stage. 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 knead her knocker which were now at least a double-D and hint her nipples. I licked Marie's puss, soaking up her juices on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my vantage full point I could see it poking from its hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my mouth, sucking it between my dentition. 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 face as she squirted respective time. I dropped her legs and climbed up the bed to get together her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to clobber and kiss her interjection from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until Labor Day when her Dr. suggested she take it comfortable her last month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every metre she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until British Labour Party Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so a good deal soft 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 VI, it's not too bad. I can choose it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the feel of determination in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't piece of tail we can still do other stuff, can't we ? I'm going to call for care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my spine, and immerse my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her oral fissure and natural language she fucked me to a spectacular orgasm. It was all she could do to swallow my stallion warhead.

Tues, Sep 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's conference at a nearby club. I eagled their famous 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway club, and a lob hoagy to within fifteen feet of the gob. It was a foresighted twirl putting with a double break. The orchis died just as it fell into the yap. I couldn't hold to tell Marie ! I joined my fellow golfers for lunch 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 elbow room and bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eyes went big as disc, my affection in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a pocket-size pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but washy. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage doorway with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency wheeler dealer took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to remain calm down.

After breaking the connection I phoned her MD who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's grand filament infirmary where she'd sports meeting us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear sirens approach. The beginning was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some reason I pushed my security remote after he gave me a peculiar looking. It proved to be a good conclusion. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to avail Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minute of arc doing nothing but keeping me away from my honey until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her accoucheur wanted her to go to Vinca minor Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic abuse sheath ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas reception from a purchase I'd made on the way home. 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 infirmary. You can either apprehend me or get the hell off my place. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can afford the comfortably attorney in the state."The police detective's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, arse, there's nothing you can do. We're in control condition here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your Good Book against ours—two highly honor officers of the law."

"You think so ? My countersign against yours ? speculation again—this whole episode is on video recording, so who's the asshole now ? See these trivial camera in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my wife. Now I'm going. I dare you to barricade me. My protection company has the grounds and the sole way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the room access. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one instant the alarm will go to the Sheriff's office. Then you can explicate why you're in my hollow house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the speed limit point. I got to the hospital in just over forty arcminute.

running play into the emergency way I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for 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 hr later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd prostration so I put my paw against the rampart to steady myself."Marie,"the doctor continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to rent the babies by abdominal delivery to save them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're healthy and should be out in about two weeks once we have their consistency weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few minute 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 charge of her room. I found Marie with a bunch of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a chair, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the Night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her script, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't open her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her eyes, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand again and pulled the electric cord for the nurse. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

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

"Oh, George,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so pitiful. I felt a little dizzy so I went to get a drink of body 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 brow as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to withdraw them by C-section so your abdomen will be sore for a spell. They're in incubator and will be, she says, for about two weeks until she's for certain they can get themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can tell them. The first base deputy gave me a suspicious, kind of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the dismay system's video recording. The detectives got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to contact an lawyer 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 tyke. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What sentence is it now, George ?"

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

"George, if I know you there's nothing in your stomach. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my chief 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 give Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to sleep. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The only thing I could witness heart-to-heart at that hr was a Wendy's a brace of sea mile away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no reason to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and drink as I drove. The traffic was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two closure but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the void pressure group. A security guard tried to terminate me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this minute there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile charity for my money. From what I could see my children's jiffy and cellular respiration rates were higher than convention but habitue. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were diminutive !

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

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair all dark. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the full prison term. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubt from her incision. I called for the nursemaid as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the 1st clock time in the past 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 child early this dawn. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nursemaid and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two cretin detectives I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good fate, you're going to need it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the elbow room less than ten second and when they left they walked veracious past me without saying a countersign. They may have been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a recollective guesswork !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and healthy and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to chitchat our children. We were given surgical gown and surgical masquerade party as well as blanket for my shoes. We couldn't take the babe from the incubator, but we did get a capital up-close look. Marie did agree—they were midget !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."wellspring, George, I guess we should come up with some epithet, 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 kinsperson that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no outdoor influences. One affair she had insisted on was that we would not use either George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George I anyway. I wanted Marie to sleep and she agreed on the shape 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 yr and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the house I headed straight for the telephone. 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 song me back.

An hour later I took a call from Walter Raleigh, the state cap. It was the senior spouse of a major law firm—a actual heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for recapitulation. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a secure civil and vicious case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three daylight later. I had to aid her into the house and I made her promise not to strain herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our children had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her comfortable on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a pile of magazines. When I asked if she wanted something to drink she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an ice tea, placing it carefully succeeding 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 daub next to her. I sat and she took my deal."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not name of glass ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing zippo 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 foresighted and sweet and pinnace. She wrapped her long tongue around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently perpetrate her closer."That's the estimation,"she whispered as she placed my helping hand on her white meat. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weight unit of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her swollen nipple, urging me to suckle. Her tender Milk River trickled into my mouth."They gave me a bosom heart with instruction manual to use it three or four sentence a day, but I had a beneficial idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to visit our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an 60 minutes, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialiser who had taken ascendancy of their care. One day I was contacted by the business office staff about their broadside. I just asked them how very much and wrote a check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five twenty-four hour period 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 MD. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my peter toward her pussy."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to 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 world disk 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 respective sentence and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past times week taken the video of the detectives along with Marie's deposit to the nation police. He told me they were extremely worry in prosecuting the case—there was a longsighted history of charge against the Sheriff and his faculty. He also filed a twenty million dollar sign law cause against the county and the Sheriff's bureau. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a shout from the gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the telecasting arrangement just before opening the door.

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

"Bad things can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug dealers and that fancy car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave alone your house. And, who knows what might bump to your married woman and those two little babies once they come home from the hospital -- just a little something for you to guess about. I take real good precaution of my boy and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another claim from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police force. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the display case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my calculator. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the show finished. I gave him a transcript DVD, telling him the master was for my attorney. Three days later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detective, were arrested on a long list of bang. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a smorgasbord of charges including corruption, graft, thieving, attestator intimidation, and More things than I can list here. A week later the county lawyer contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The following morning Marie and I brought our two children place. All was well in the world.


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