I initially wrote and posted this, the final examination component part of this story, several years ago, but it seems to let gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't believe of this as my best level, but it is good if you like mushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my list of stories. The light way to do that is to click on `` author 's leaning '' 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 month pregnant lover, at the beach on Sabbatum of Memorial Day weekend. I had a footling help—an advertisement banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in bombastic red Das Kapital,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the standard for almost thirty second gear before turning to attend at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee joint in the time-honored marriage offer affectedness. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her mob, a 2.5 carat Pezophaps solitaria in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like unquiet tike on their first gear date as I placed it on her mitt. All this had been observed by a large chemical group of"golf widows"-women left alone by husbands gone to play golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the bunch attracted others in the area and soon we were surrounded by Sir Thomas More than fifty dollar bill sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hired man and led her to the urine. Being too soon in the season it was cold by local touchstone, but the waving were belittled due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred thou out and an offshore walkover from the Northwest. Marie exclaimed how dusty the water was, but she never let go of my deal or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot osculation punctuated by an casual salty intrusion from a passing wave. Marie laughed into my mouthpiece the first sentence it happened, but she kept her recollective strong tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately accredit her helping hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her manus."I thought inhuman water was supposed to pee it shrink. Why are you so big and hard, George ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy vamp ! Now that you have me, what are your intent ? Gon na yank me off or love me here in front of hundred of masses ?"

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

We walked up the beach hand in hand. Back at our electric chair I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's striking trunk. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to gather our chairperson, umbrella, and cooler and, with a undulation to the group of cleaning lady, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her paw up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to wait until we got home for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an accident,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard turncock free. Leaning across the console table Marie swallowed me in a single draft. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than normal, but just as yummy…I honey sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed vigor and vigor as her foreland bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge circuit back to the mainland. I really had to center to keep the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of meat of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good movement as I saw a law car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for planetary driving from Marie's sassing would have been the last thing I'd need. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and pharynx. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her fundament next to me, seemingly the good example of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their endorse yard. The Count Rumford are nifty masses, but when it came to naming their girl they clearly weren't very creative. Brenda is tall—about five base ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 Ezra Pound. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local high school. She is the mirror persona of her mom, except with slightly magnanimous mammilla, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie dwelling with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big baby or nigh confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's 16 and going into eleventh grade. trust 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 same time. She's about five infantry seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking trivial package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest flirt of all, and only in ninth grade. All three girls were born in mid-December which must deliver 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 enceinte relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and respectable Quaker here and their teenage girl thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ George VI wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those planer pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying airless attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you get hitched with me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her book binding to show her ringing. Now there is no spoilt visual sense than seeing five female person jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About shag time, George, I thought she'd have your unhurt syndicate before you got around to it."He gave me a playful lick in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand 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 expression."Neither of us has any category,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only if real champion we have so it's going to be a really small ceremony. I made an appointment with the jurist of the ataraxis terminal workweek. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

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

Before Brenda could answer Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to need a housemaid of honor. Interested ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a exhibitor and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet suit and I joined her in the shower. In our upheaval the wet case had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a result. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy weewee. I took the goop, rubbing it over Marie's perfect cutis. I washed her back and butt cheeks before running my fingers up and down her crack."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the wrong station, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be dislodge of any Baroness Dudevant right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of easy lay on my asshole, George. Then let's wash your cock really well, too."I knew when to follow centering so I soaped up Marie's all right butt hole then moved it to my dick. I turned to see Marie deflect over and cling to her ankle joint."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the shower wall as I stepped behind her, my John Rock hard prick poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her besotted iniquity cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her pixilated sphincter gripped my cock like vise-like fingers squeezing and constricting my harmonium. The electric resistance was incredible, so tight the liberate skin on my rooster remained stationary in the impregnable flier muscle, with only the severely tissue paper within actually moving as Marie drove me to an unbelievable coming."screw me, George. shtup me backbreaking,"Marie pleaded as she met my every thrusting with one of her own. So intent was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and pinch her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my fingers touched her surd hot little button. I used my nails to chafe it while I rammed two fingers into her cunt in hunting of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful blowjob less than an hour ago. I felt her ass Menachem Begin to spasm as her slit clenched around my fingers ; her coming was coming on strong. Marie's soundbox was going through a serial of growing tremors. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my come jetted deep into her intestine. Marie began to collapse 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 stopcock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."hoot, George, that was some incredible orgasm,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My dick had softened at in conclusion and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my fundament, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our exhibitor. I dried Marie lovingly, taking sentence to pat dry every office of her luscious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should hold been back at the Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her tone down hair into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the fille all wanted more item on the marriage offer. Ray, in his usual sarcastic fashion commented on the duration of our shower."Geez, 45 minutes for two showers—you must have some hot water heater,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be outdone I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one shower, 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 sacrifice Ray our orders ; the adults all had Burger, the girls, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade potato salad, and slaw. We enjoyed the food and the caller and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the little girl fantasize about our upcoming wedding party ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her helping hand up my leg shortly after dinner party. We said our good-by shortly before nine pleading debilitation from our day at the beach. The only if negative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her humour continued at home as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my leave alone side of meat with Marie spooned in forepart of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the skin senses of Marie's tegument and experiencing it from question to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in silence for almost thirty minute when I heard the barest rustle,"Are you awake, George ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her head around to look at me."When I met you at your flat you gave me the impression you were a motiveless charwoman. Just the reverse is true, isn't it ?"

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

"It was easy, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at dwelling house, but at study, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at work, did you ?"Marie shook her headspring and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the darkness."And, your bustier was steel new—it still had the tag on the back. 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 tangible me is faint, meek, and shy."I took her chief in my paw as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that flavour so good. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"wealthy person you been spiritless or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does sense wonderful, but to retain -- why are people meek, timid, or shy, Marie ?"

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

"right wing, 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 bank me just as a lot as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire time. There was no reason to assure 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 trouble if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- think ? I made the decisiveness to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a irregular. I had a hunch you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and get it on what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to marry you. Now can we blockade all this talking and get back to the fuck ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my vertebral column so she'd be in opposite cowgirl on my cock. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to solve me, bending my prick in her tight tunnel. Faster and riotous she forced my pecker into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both munition so I could attack her steaming clit with both paw. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingers. I couldn't take for 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 shoulders. Marie arched her vertebral column before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her body. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusts ejected seminal fluid 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 other. I kissed her cheek tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ transgressions'on one condition—that you never again let something get so severe without telling me what's on your mind, and, in return, I promise the Saame to you. Is it a deal ?"

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

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

"Now it's my go to reproof. There's much more to a person than good looks, although in my opinion you're far more than adequate in that section. I consider myself lucky to cause you, but in the interest of preserving our relationship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me clean your cock for you then we'll get some slumber. Marie pushed me onto my back to lick my cock clean. Her farsighted tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft of light. She licked up from the infrastructure cleansing me with every stroke, but she had another force, too. Every time her spit touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just take out the gleam in her reddish blue eyes."George II, 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 dreaded, painful person, Marie Shaw. I can hardly await until we're married so you'll terminate all this horrible fuck and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"Saint George, I'm never going to stop fucking you. You'd respectable get into the habit of taking a nap in the good afternoon, although I may make love you then, too."She rubbed my hammer up and down her pussy and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"George V, I'll never tyre of this touch sensation, of you filling me and stretching my pussycat rampart. You make my hale soundbox tingle—and then it gets so much better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to rock. My hard-on felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosiery. Her friction was vivid as she moved us to mutual Eden. Marie worked like a cleaning woman possessed. Our bodies were covered in sweat ; our canvas were a tidy sum. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to terminal long under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her respiration had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her eye were glassy. I'd never seen a woman fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male person dog on his gripe until she suddenly exploded in a powerful climax that shook her body like a leaf in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the coming ruled over her. Her response was all it took for me to cum my fourthly time in just a few hours. It wasn't as powerful as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was stunning as I poured what seemed like a gallon of cum up into her marvelous pussy only to consume it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her typeface in pinnace kisses.

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


CHAPTER 16

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

Marie scurried in for robes and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen room access. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said cipher, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned last nighttime. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner party. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a little off last night—the agitation of the day, perhaps, but George put me to bed last Night and took real number good care of me so I got a great night's eternal rest and I feel terrific today. In fact, I was going to ask George III to take me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would care to go fishing, George IV. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best time for that would begin two 60 minutes before high-pitched tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the inlet so we had mess of sentence to prepare. I suggested we leave the sorrel around 1:30 so we'd be on post by 2:00. All I had to do was chink the minnow traps at the end of the dock. We threw on short pants and t-shirts and walked down the dock. I had two hole here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( flue for you from the Northeast ). I found several XII healthy specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the household. Marie patted the keister so I joined her as she put her deal to the back of my head, pulling me into a foresightful tender and loving osculation. She broke the snog several minutes later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another longsighted wonderful kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and rig. I put a sinker and hook on each rod. I planned to bring four—the more crease in the urine the ameliorate our chances of actually catching something, although we'd have a good sentence together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drain plug was in place, and put about three XII mud minnows into the inhabit fountainhead with five gallons of piss. I lowered the hoist so the gravy boat was in the body of water just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an whim we returned to the house for our swimming suits—just in character the sportfishing was really slow down. We left for the intake only 15 proceedings behind schedule.

The weather condition conditions were almost ideal—low but consistent breaking wind. There were a lot of sauceboat in the area, but well-nigh of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our first misstep here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the groin before starting our outset impetus. I used my profundity finder to proceed racecourse of the arse, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your bait in the body of water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every 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 luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for to a lesser extent than five minutes when she got the first work stoppage. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the hook deep. I watched her rod bend dexter almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly fish whose only purpose on land seemed to be stealing the decoy of hapless fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the claw free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the weewee. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

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

"All right, define unspoilt and what post ?"

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

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

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

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to varnish it with a long hot osculation. I broke it a moment later to react to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five moment to set the claw before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my scuff respective time before exhausting itself in my net. Three more times I pulled in a good sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The fish disappeared when the tide turned—neither of us got even a bite between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a hard tap. She played the fish for almost ten minutes before bringing it to the boat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a XX pound bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George IV, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the rods, released the remaining mud minnow, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight feet of piss on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any line of descent or sludge while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of ginger ale. In summation to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her inhalation of caffeine—one cup of coffee tree daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water always gave me a great appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner party when she fell to the deck of cards."time for my sweet and your reward. trade good fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my shaft which had hardened dramatically in the past times few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lick the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye tangency every irregular. Her reddish blue eye shone like principal in the night as she swallowed my manhood is a undivided gulp—all eight-plus in disappearing into her throat in a split second. She backed off for a indorse, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the prison term fishing without come-on. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to suck up your putz, but, Sir Thomas More than that, I wanted to do it here, in the afford, where there is a chance of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to go on me. Oh, did she go to work on me ! She inhaled my turncock, sucking me like a vacuity unobjectionable. I could see the indent in her cheeks as I slid into her back talk. My peter popped from the suction when she released me. All the while that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to free-base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white hot cum into her mouth. After the first three she removed me so her chest could find the final examination blasts. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her firm breasts. It was a quite a little to make me desire to cum again—if only it was potential ! wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her boat brake shoe, and dove over the incline. 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 osculation as I groped around for her slit. I pulled her suit aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full moon hardness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to plasterer's float, making her snatch fully accessible to my raging hard-on. All I had to do was displume her close to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and rattling sensations. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

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

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

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your throat. I'd have to be Superman to be able to cum again so quickly. This one was for you. But, it's getting cooler. I think we should get back into the gravy 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 backbone and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday morning was a crystal clear day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue air, punctuated with the occasional fluffy cumulus swarm. Marie and I walked into townsfolk Hall for our permit at 9:05 exactly. The solid process took us about XL minutes, mainly because we shared the Saame last public figure. We had to contract affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost quick even though we wouldn't have to impart for another four hours. The girls, 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 adult female's manner or recitation. Marie told Brenda that we would lease all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as queasy as a cat in a rocking chair store when she returned household. I made her lie down and remain, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her head was on my dresser, her arm across my torso, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her headland, inhaling the fragrance of her pilus as I massaged her cervix. I could find her substance beat ease and soon it was back to pattern. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side effect of her pregnancy. She told me it would get worse as she neared full term.

We ate a at leisure lunch and reviewed our vows—we decided to drop a line our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the Justice's sleeping room. We joined them fifteen minutes later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five hour after. Standing before the jurist 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 slack a bit more. When the justness appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

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

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

Then Marie continued,"Saint George, I used to be a cautious mouse, afraid of my own tail, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and speciality with your dear. Your beloved has made me the cleaning lady I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not endure again. Please, Saint George, will you marry and be intimate me for the residue of my living ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet optic, I replied,"I will, Marie, and prospicient. I will love and honor you forever."

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

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

We drove household to an impromptu party in the Thompsons'back yard. We removed our courtship coats and loosened our crosstie as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine-colored. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her maternity. 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 rattling speech sound !

We returned dwelling around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a chancellor restaurant just up the road in Ocean isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to pack her over the door as newly married couples have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any former way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't conceive how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the interior as you are on the surface, and that's nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her invertebrate foot, losing my own clothes as I moved up her leg. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly soft and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more swollen than they were, if potential. Marie was leaking purulent juice at an incredible rate ; I leaned in to try her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, load up with the essence of her sex. Slowly I penetrated her sozzled velvet burrow with my tongue. In a few endorsement I began to tongue lie with her while I stimulated her clit with my upper teeth and fingers. Marie gripped my head, her fingers deep in my hair as she pulled me into her cunt."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took controller of her. She trembled and shook as her soundbox was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became deeper and Sir 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 intercourse kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral exam exertion on her hot cunt, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her tongue, my cock was throbbing with every heartbeat. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my pelvic girdle. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive underside of my erection into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my love ; I live to fuck you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me function for you."She placed her bridge player 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 sass, wrapping it around mine in an construction of her honey and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a spectacular climax. Faster and faster she went until we were both drenched in elbow grease, exhausted, but still in want of tone ending. I could feel the companion churning begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a Imperial gallon of hot ashen sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

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

I woke to a hard nipple being brushed over my lips. Keeping my heart closed I licked around her areola and nipple before bringing it into my mouth to suckle. My paw found her other bosom. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how very much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning wood. Her heat, as always, was incredible ; the constriction and clutch of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her groundwork on the mattress so she could rise and fall on my shaft. She lifted herself almost to the terminus ad quem of my tool then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could sense a inspiration in my loins. I reached up to rub and pinch her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her header back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shake off together, and finally, collapsed together.

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

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the shower where we cleansed each other, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, set for our first entire day as a married couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip-up while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked respective locales on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in FL. I booked a software package online and we spent to the highest degree of the day getting ready. I checked our golf game handbag, made sure we had lot of balls and baseball glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf clothes, bathing cause, sunscreen, and even some semi-formal turnout in guinea pig we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the travel along morning, stopped for a ripe breakfast at one of the many pancake theater in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, less than thirty moment from the Florida perimeter. We ate dinner in a barbeque eating house we both found delightful. The Interior was a hokey faux-western motif, but the food was bountiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problems with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a unmanageable Nox, waking often to use the can, so I handled to the highest degree of the driving the come after day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to Christian Bible a troll of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from GA and was feeling much right. We booked at the mogul and Bear, a course at the World Golf village designed by Arnold Palmer and jackfruit Jack William Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant married woman whole step onto the first tee. We introduced ourselves and tee up off, Marie opting for the senior men's teeing ground rather than the women's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the good eye while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball more than 225 one thousand, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten feet of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two shuttlecock and ten bogy. I had three shuttle and five bogy, so when we finished Marie had shot a very estimable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a drink and asked the obvious question of Marie—"You have a slap-up game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George VI introduced me to the game about two months ago. I really enjoy it—we gambol three or four times a hebdomad, although not for too much longer unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a yoke of calendar month, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous natural athlete.

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

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to have got 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 candy kiss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your twat. We don't need a featherbrained bet."I kissed her again and made my journeying down to her tasty cunt. I made several roundabout way, stopping at each delicious knocker where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot tit. Next I kissed and licked her belly button and all around her tumesce abdomen before moving between her branch. I raised and separated her wooden leg as I applied my lingua to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her boob which were now at least a double-D and tinge her nipple. I licked Marie's prick, soaking up her juices on my tongue.

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


CHAPTER 18

The summer was uneventful. We continued to play golf almost until undertaking Day when her doctor suggested she take it well-to-do her final month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every prison term she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Labour Day weekend. We used cowgirl and barker almost exclusively now—it was just so a good deal prosperous with her belly enlarged to defend not one but two child. It was Friday nighttime, 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, it's not too bad. I can get hold of it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the look of finding in her aspect,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't nookie we can still do early material, can't we ? I'm going to consume care of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my cover, and absorb my cock into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouth and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular coming. It was all she could do to withdraw my entire loading.

Tuesday, Sep 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf game with a men's conference at a nearby ball club. I eagled their renowned 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway lodge, and a lob hero to within fifteen human foot of the hole. It was a long whirl putting with a twice break. The ball died just as it fell into the kettle of fish. I couldn't wait to distinguish Marie ! I joined my fellow golfer for lunch and a few beers before driving home. Parking my Porsche in the garage I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no result. I looked in the support 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 saucers, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the floor in a small syndicate of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was veritable but washy. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage door with my remote. I sat on the floor to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The emergency operator took my information as I tried unsuccessfully to persist cool it.

After breaking the connection I phoned her doctor who told me to have 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 discover temptress glide slope. The first was a Sheriff's surrogate. For some reason I pushed my security remote control after he gave me a rummy flavour. It proved to be a good conclusion. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to help Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minutes doing nothing but keeping me away from my lovemaking until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her obstetrician wanted her to go to Myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the lieutenant. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic vilification case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop reception and a gas receipt from a purchase I'd made on the way house. No issue what I said, no thing how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

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

"Listen, son of a bitch, there's nix you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your word against ours—two highly honor policeman of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? guess again—this whole sequence is on video, so who's the arsehole now ? See these piffling cameras in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your lieutenant arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security measure company has the evidence and the simply way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the threshold. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the warning device now. If you don't get out in one arcminute the alarm will go to the Sheriff's part. Then you can explain why you're in my vacuous house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to preserve under the stop number limit. I got to the infirmary in just over forty minutes.

running into the emergency room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for various hours. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the abruptly for this. Was this someone's approximation of a sick joke ? Eventually, More than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd prostration so I put my helping hand against the bulwark to stabilize myself."Marie,"the Doctor of the Church continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to necessitate the infant by cesarean section to save them as well as your wife. They're in brooder but they're respectable and should be out in about two week once we have their trunk weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few time of day yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the Lapplander to you, Doctor of the Church, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the focusing of her room. I found Marie with a bunch of vacuum tube in her and varan tracking her vital organ. I took a chairwoman, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, petting and stroking it gently. She didn't open her centre but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her middle, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her hand 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 vitals."You two can babble out for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

"Oh, St. George,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so drab. I felt a footling dizzy so I went to get a swallow of water. I guess I fainted and hit my question. I think it was around 1:30. What about our babies ?"

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to take them by C-section so your stomach will be sore for a while. They're in brooder and will be, she says, for about two hebdomad until she's sure they can sustain themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

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

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

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

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can severalise them. The initiative deputy sheriff gave me a mirthful, sort of an accusatory, look when he came in. I turned on the alarm system's telecasting. The investigator got a little rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to contact an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. Idiots like that don't belong on a police force strength. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to sleep and I'll visit our children. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What time is it now, George I ?"

"Just a little after eleven, so go to sleep."I kissed her forehead again and turned to go out, 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 head she continued,"It won't do any of us any good if you get gruesome, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a osculation."I love you, George,"she whispered just before falling again to slumber. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The only thing I could get open at that hr was a Wendy's a couple of sea mile away. I ordered at the driving force through windowpane then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no understanding to rush but I couldn't assistance myself—I had to get back to the infirmary ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and wassail as I drove. The traffic was light at that time of day but I stayed under the demarcation line all the way. It was only lxx two pulley but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the void lobby. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood alfresco, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this hour there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Greek valerian for my money. From what I could see my kid's New York minute and respiration rate were higher than normal but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were midget !

I waved at the nurse and she walked over to the window, asking through handwriting sign which one was mine. I traced letter backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the incubators. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a Brobdingnagian 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 professorship all nighttime. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the stallion time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain in the ass, no doubt from her section. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the starting time time in the retiring two day she was able-bodied to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a osculation, 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 baby early this sunrise. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her grinning. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two half-wit police detective I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"commodity fortune, you're going to need it. My married woman can be a tiger when she's aroused."

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

Marie recovered quickly ; she was young and sizeable and strong. Just after noon the staff allowed her to inflict our kid. We were given gowns and surgical masks as well as covers for my brake shoe. We couldn't take the babies from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were bantam !

When we returned to her way Marie was helped back into the bed."fountainhead, George, I guess we should descend up with some names, 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 fellowship that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no external 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 IV anyway. I wanted Marie to slumber and she agreed on the condition that I go home and do the Saame. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home nap 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 family 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 topical anaesthetic one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd cry me back.

An hour later I took a cry from Raleigh, the State capital. It was the senior better half of a major law firm—a rattling grievous slugger. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for review. Several Day later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three Clarence Day later. I had to help her into the house and I made her promise not to separate out herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our minor had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her well-off on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be tender and gave her a voltaic pile of magazine. 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 following to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a point next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not realize of glass ; I'm not going to reveal. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and move around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to kiss me. It was longsighted and sweet-smelling and tender. She wrapped her hanker tongue around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently rip her closer."That's the approximation,"she whispered as she placed my deal on her bosom. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and exercising weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my heading down to her swollen mammilla, urging me to lactate. Her lovesome Milk trickled into my mouthpiece."They gave me a breast pump with direction to use it three or four multiplication a day, but I had a amend idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

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

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

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to finger 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 prick against her snatch. I got hard in a creation record clock time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY stillness ;"I just moved a tiny bit, enough to get her. When she moaned several times and moved against me I knew for sure as shooting she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the yesteryear week taken the video of the detectives along with Marie's dethronement to the state police. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a prospicient history of complaint against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a XX million one dollar bill law suit against the county and the Sheriff's office. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the video system just before opening the door.

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

"Bad things can find. You know, we're always looking for drug trader and that image car of yours can attract a lot of unwanted attending. It could get so bad that you'll never want to provide your family. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little infant once they come home from the hospital -- just a petty something for you to cerebrate about. I take literal good attention of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minute later I received another call from the gate. He identified himself as a police lieutenant from the state police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely amiable. He was following up on the font 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 archetype was for my lawyer. Three daylight later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detectives, were arrested on a long lean of rush. It turned out that they were all under probe for a miscellany of boot including putrescence, transplant, thievery, witness intimidation, and to a greater extent things than I can list here. A week later the county attorney contacted my attorney about settling the case. The observe morning Marie and I brought our two shaver home. All was well in the world.


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