I initially wrote and posted this, the final contribution of this fib, several years ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't think of this as my best narrative, but it is ripe if you like mushy romantic sex and lots of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my leaning of stories. The well-fixed way to do that is to chatter 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 remembrance Day weekend. I had a little help—an advertizement standard -- pulled by a plane -- that said in large red capitals,"MARIE WILL YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the banner for almost thirty seconds before turning to calculate at me. Then she looked back at the standard and when she turned back to me again I was on one knee in the time-honored marriage offer airs. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat Pezophaps solitaria in a platinum setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their first date as I placed it on her manus. All this had been observed by a big radical of"golf widows"-women left alone by husband gone to act as golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her anchor ring and commented on her pregnancy. Naturally, the crowd attracted others in the surface area and soon we were surrounded by more than than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the water. Being too soon in the season it was cold by local anaesthetic criterion, but the moving ridge were pocket-size due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred M out and an offshore breeze from the northwestward. Marie exclaimed how cold the body of water was, but she never let go of my script or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In response she pulled me in for a hot candy kiss punctuated by an periodic salty trespass from a passing play wave. Marie laughed into my backtalk the first time it happened, but she kept her long secure glossa wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the kiss so I didn't immediately distinguish her hand running up the leg of my suit. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her hand."I thought cold-blooded piss 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 intentions ? Gon na twitch me off or fuck me here in strawman of century of people ?"

"Neither, George, but I do desire to see what's in memory board for me when we get home base, 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 chairs I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular trunk. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to collect our chairman, umbrella, and ice chest and, with a wave to the group of charwoman, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her hand up the leg of my swimwear again."I thought you were going to await until we got place for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an fortuity,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard dick free. Leaning across the console Marie swallowed me in a single gulp. Her natural language ran band around my helmet before licking up and down my beam."Mmmm, a little piquant than formula, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your cock, George."She attacked it with renewed get-up-and-go and dynamism as her head bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to keep the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the incline of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred yards behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's mouth would make been the stopping point affair I'd need. I shuddered several times just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delightful tongue she wiped me fairly, tucked me back into my courting and resumed her fundament next to me, seemingly the mannikin of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Homer Thompson and their three girls—in their endorse 1000. The Homer A. Thompson are neat people, but when it came to naming their daughter they clearly weren't very originative. Brenda is tall—about five feet ten and thin ; Ray isn't much taller but goes at least 240 Pound. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local anesthetic senior high school schooling. She is the mirror figure of her mom, except with slightly larger mammilla, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big baby or finish confidant. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh score. 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 eye and smiling at me at the same time. She's about five foot seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking lilliputian software who flirts openly with anyone carrying a pecker in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the handsome prickteaser of all, and only in ninth score. All three girls were born in mid-December which must have meant that Brenda attended some waste 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 safe friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary older sister. Marie gave me a quite a little on the buttock and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her paw and ring. ‘ George VI wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those planes pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girl ; I could see that they were paying close attention. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you marry me ?"She whipped her helping hand from behind her dorsum to show her gang. Now there is no worse slew than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to take a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About nookie meter, George, I thought she'd have your completely family before you got around to it."He gave me a playful lick in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my paw 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 family,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only real protagonist we have so it's going to be a really small observance. I made an engagement with the Justice of the Peace last week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

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

"Can we occur ?"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 require a maidservant 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 hullabaloo the wet wooing had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get sick as a resolution. I held her close, rubbing her skin as we luxuriated in the steamy H2O. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfective pelt. I washed her back and fanny face before running my digit up and down her cranny."This is really authoritative,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any sand getting in the incorrect places, 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 guts right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thinking. Use plenty of soap on my asshole, George IV. Then let's wash off your dick really well, too."I knew when to follow focussing so I soaped up Marie's fine butt hole then moved it to my shaft. I turned to see Marie crouch over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, Saint George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the exhibitor bulwark as I stepped behind her, my rock candy hard cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my dick forced its way into her tight nighttime cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my violation. Her tight sphincter gripped my peter like vise-like finger squeezing and constricting my organ. The resistance was incredible, so tight the sluttish tegument on my cock remained stationary in the warm flier muscle, with only the strong tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible orgasm."shag me, George IV. nooky me harder,"Marie pleaded as she met my every stab with one of her own. So spirit was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and twinge her button, but she found out quickly enough when my fingerbreadth touched her strong hot picayune clitoris. I used my nails to gravel it while I rammed two finger into her puss in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's terrific blowjob to a lesser extent than an hour ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her pussy clenched around my finger's breadth ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's physical structure was going through a serial of growing tremor. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my semen jetted deep into her bowel. 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 cock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our bodies.


CHAPTER 15

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

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the miss all wanted to a greater extent details on the proposal. Ray, in his common sarcastic personal manner commented on the length of our shower."Geez, forty-five min for two showers—you must bear some hot piddle smoke,"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 exhibitor, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to draw his own conclusions.

It was almost metre for dinner party so we all had to give Ray our parliamentary procedure ; the adult all had burgers, the girl, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed immature salad, some homemade Irish potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the nutrient and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to listen to the female child fantasize about our upcoming wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her bridge player up my leg shortly after dinner party. We said our au revoir shortly before nine pleading exhaustion from our day at the beach. The exclusively negative came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"George IV, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our whole relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the sobs wracking her body. It was clock 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 bet at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the feeling you were a wanton charwoman. Just the opposite is true, isn't it ?"

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

"It was easygoing, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at home, but at employment, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at piece of work, did you ?"Marie shook her head and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the shadow."And, your bustier was brand 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 I, but the veridical me is timid, spiritless, and shy."I took her mind in my men as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that feels so adept. I love when you fuck me."

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

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"wealthy person you been meek or shy ?"

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

"Yes, it does find terrific, but to continue -- 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 real boyfriend."

"right field, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our family relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and desire me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a minuscule fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the stallion prison term. There was no grounds to tell you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

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

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your snatch. I knew when I did that there was a luck 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 -- remember ? I made the determination to come back and I haven't regretted that for even a indorsement. I had a suspicion you were significant. That's why I asked you about it and have it off what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to marry you. Now can we bar all this talking and get back to the roll in the hay ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in lift cowgirl on my cock. Planting her feet on the bed Marie began to process me, bending my shaft in her slopped tunnel. Faster and faster she forced my cock into and out of her bitch. She was working hard for me and I wanted to help her. I reached around with both arms so I could attack her steaming clitoris with both workforce. Marie groaned as I massaged her clit with my fingerbreadth. I couldn't harbor back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a katharsis for her, lifting a weight unit, even though it was an complex quantity one, from her berm. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her orgasm sending shockwaves through her trunk. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My drive 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 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 sober without telling me what's on your mind, and, in takings, I promise the same to you. Is it a plenty ?"

"George, 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 scale leaf of one to ten you have to be at least a fifteen. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and more than incredibly, you actually love me. Let's font it—on that same scale I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to scold. There's much more to a person than good tone, although in my notion you're far more than adequate in that department. I consider myself favourable to cause you, but in the interest of preserving our kinship I will grant that we're both very lucky. Now let me houseclean your stopcock for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my back to puzzle out my cock clean. Her foresighted natural language circled my helmet before moving down to my shaft. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every virgule, but she had another essence, too. Every time her tongue touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just defecate out the gleam in her violet eyes."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 hold back until we're married so you'll terminate all this horrible piece of tail and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to stop over piece of tail you. You'd comfortably get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may fuck you then, too."She rubbed my dick up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to kiss me she whispered,"St. George, I'll never tyre of this belief, of you filling me and stretching my pussy rampart. You make my whole trunk tingle—and then it gets so a lot better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to shake. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hose. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual paradise. Marie worked like a cleaning lady possessed. Our bodies were covered in sweat ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minute ago I wasn't going to lowest hanker under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her external respiration had changed ; it was shallow and rapid, her heart were glassy. I'd never seen a adult female fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a manlike dog on his bitch until she suddenly exploded in a right orgasm that shook her body like a leafage in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the orgasm ruled over her. Her chemical reaction was all it took for me to cum my fourth 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 sustain it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my bureau I held her close, smothering her face in bid kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to flounder arm-in-arm to the exhibitor 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 blanket, and climbed in to light asleep in indorsement, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following sunrise, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a farseeing tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my morning breathing time, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen porch for a continental breakfast of juice, coffee, English muffin, butter and jam. We sat there naked, enjoying the warm weather and the light piece of cake until we heard Brenda calling us.

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

"Thanks for your concern, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a trivial off finally night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George III put me to bed utmost nighttime and took veridical well care of me so I got a bang-up dark's sleep and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to adopt me fishing later."We chatted for a while before Brenda excused herself."I really would wish to go sportfishing, George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to checker the lunar time period. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the best meter for that would begin two hours before eminent tide and end two after. The tide was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the recess so we had deal of sentence to set up. I suggested we leave the bob around 1:30 so we'd be on station by 2:00. All I had to do was train the minnow traps at the end of the wharf. We threw on shorts and T-shirt and walked down the pier. I had two snare here for capturing mud minnows—prime lure for flounder ( trematode for you from the northeast ). I found several twelve hefty specimens so we'd have plenty. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the house. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her hand to the back of my promontory, pulling me into a long tender and loving kiss. She broke the kiss various proceedings later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My reply was simple—I pulled her back into another tenacious terrific kiss.

We returned to the house later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our rods and tackle. I put a doughnut and hook on each rod. I planned to add four—the more lines in the water the near our chances of actually catching something, although we'd have a good time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the gravy boat, checked the gas, made sure the drainage quid was in place, and put about three 12 mud minnows into the live well with five gallons of H2O. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the piddle just as Marie arrived with our tank with drinks and sandwiches for our dinner. On an impulse we returned to the home for our swim suits—just in typesetter's case the sportfishing was really slow. We left for the inlet only 15 minutes behind schedule.

The conditions conditions were almost ideal—low but consistent air current. There were a lot of sauceboat in the area, but most of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our first trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our first drift. I used my depth finder to keep track of the butt, something I found utilitarian although Marie thought it silly."Just put your come-on in the water and pray—that's my philosophy,"she'd told me almost every clock time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught more and handsome fish than I did so there was no convincing her that skill had played a component part in her circumstances. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for less than five minute of arc when she got the first strike. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the come-on 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 earth seemed to be stealing the lure of pathetic fishermen. Using my pliers I twisted the hook free allowing the homely critter to fall back into the urine. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water system in seconds.

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

"All right, fix better and what stakes ?"

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

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

"OK, more keeper 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 minute later to react to a strong strike on my rod. I waited five second to set the sweetener before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag various meter before exhausting itself in my net. Three Thomas More sentence I pulled in a right sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The Pisces the Fishes 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 heavy strike. She played the fish for almost ten mo before bringing it to the gravy holder. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big fish, but it was hardly something we'd want to maintain. Marie had caught a twenty pound sterling bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the Pisces the Fishes slipped below the water.

"OK, George, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the gat, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to enjoy our dinner. I anchored in about eight pes of water on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the boat, removing any blood or slime while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some mess, and two tail of powdered ginger ale. In increase to alcohol, Marie was told to set her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the water supply always gave me a great appetency, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."Time for my afters and your reward. Good fishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few bit. It pulsed with every New York minute in the afford air. Marie leaned in to teasingly thrash the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye contact every second. Her violet eyes shone like stars in the Night as she swallowed my humanity is a single gulp—all eight-plus inches disappearing into her throat in a split mo. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the time fishing without decoy. I wanted to lose ; I wanted to give suck your cock, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the capable, where there is a prospect of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to wreak on me. Oh, did she go to make on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a void cleaner. I could see the indentations in her nerve as I slid into her backtalk. My cock popped from the suction when she released me. All the patch that magnificent lingua was washing me from tip to ground. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of white-hot hot cum into her mouth. After the inaugural three she removed me so her thorax could receive the final flack. She rubbed the viscous fluid all over the tops of her house breasts. It was a sight to make me require to cum again—if only it was possible ! Wait until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her gravy holder shoes, and dove over the side. Even almost five months pregnant she was lithe and gymnastic. 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 buss as I groped around for her kitty. I pulled her suit aside, probing her bitch with my fingerbreadth while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my entire hardness. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her twat 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 lightness in the body of water made for some new and fantastic sensations. I wrapped her leg around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still mickle of people about but they were all on the intake 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 with me almost a month ago. We freely expressed our love for each other—Marie meeting me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my height in search of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, George. Keep…it…up. Keep…it…up. Ooooohhhhh, yes…I'm…cumming !"

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

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did hold aid 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 tank. I think we should get back into the boat and dry off."We swam together to the boat, lowered the posterior ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the anchor and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday daybreak was a quartz glass unclutter day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina wild blue yonder, punctuated with the occasional fluffy cumulus cloud. Marie and I walked into Town Hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The all process took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the like last name. We had to sign up affidavits stating that we were not blood congener. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to visit with Brenda ; they were almost prepare even though we wouldn't have to leave for another four hour. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their hair. I thought that went out in the sixties, but what did I know about women's mode or exercise. Marie told Brenda that we would convey all of them out for dinner that evening to lionize. She was as anxious as a cat in a rocking professorship store when she returned household. I made her lie down and reside, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my back and pulled Marie to me. Her fountainhead was on my pectus, her arm across my consistence, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her head, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as I massaged her neck. I could feel her fondness beat ease and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a side effect of her maternity. She told me it would get unsound as she neared full phase of the moon term.

We ate a leisurely dejeuner 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 Department of Justice's Chambers. We joined them fifteen minutes later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the Justice Department it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly unquiet. I leaned over, placed my bridge player on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chortle 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 prison term when we were apart and it was the darkest region of my life, blacker than I could have got imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmth and sparkle. 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 minute of my day, you bring meaning to my life. Will you marry me, love and cherish me, forever ?"

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

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a timid mouse, afraid of my own phantom, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and strength with your love. Your honey has made me the woman I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not endure again. Please, George IV, will you splice and roll in the hay me for the residual of my life ?"

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

Ray handed me the rings. I placed Marie's—a platinum banding with twenty channel set rhomb -- on her digit. Neither of us was shaking or nervous. Marie took my ring—a platinum band with a bingle duct set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed hand before breaking contact. We turned and faced the Justice.

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

We drove home to an impromptu party in the Thompson'back yard. We removed our suit pelage and loosened our standoff 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 hour before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful sound !

We returned home around nine after a wonderful Italian repast at a premier restaurant just up the road in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the garage, picking her up to carry her over the doorstep as newly married couples have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't consider how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the surface, and that's nothing less than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her human foot, losing my own clothes as I moved up her legs. Her second joint were like silk, incredibly voiced and smooth. She had just trimmed her soft feathery crotch hair so her labia seemed more pronounced, more egotistical than they were, if possible. Marie was leaking twat juice at an incredible pace ; I leaned in to try out her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, laden with the essence of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her tight velvet burrow with my lingua. In a few seconds I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her button with my upper teeth and fingerbreadth. 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 control of her. She trembled and shook as her physical structure was coated in fret. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became mystifying and more regular.

"I love you so much, Darling,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a long deep and screw kiss. Her long tongue swirled in my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my unwritten elbow grease 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 hip. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the sensitive underside of my hard-on into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of line, my love ; I live to make out you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me work for you."She placed her script on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet bitch. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clit into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an expression of her love and lustfulness. Breaking the osculation, Marie really went to wreak on my cock, rocking furiously and bending my hard putz as she drove us to a spectacular orgasm. Faster and degraded she went until we were both drenched in perspiration, exhausted, but still in need of release. I could sense the familiar churning Begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot T. H. White sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

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

I woke to a punishing tit being brushed over my lips. Keeping my eyes closed I licked around her areola and pap before bringing it into my mouth to wet-nurse. My hand found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how a great deal she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my break of the day wood. Her heating plant, as always, was unbelievable ; the tightness and grip of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could rebel and fall on my dick. She lifted herself almost to the demarcation line of my putz then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could find a stirring in my pubic region. I reached up to rub and pinch her button ; Marie responded by throwing her head back and arching her spine. We came together—trembled together, didder 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 conjoin 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, ready for our first-class honours degree full day as a marry couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf game trip. We checked various locales on the cyberspace before deciding on St. Augustine, less than two days drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent nigh of the day getting ready. I checked our golf traveling bag, made sure we had plenty of balls and boxing glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf wearing apparel, bathing courtship, sunscreen, and even some semiformal outfits in case we had the chance to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose early the keep an eye on aurora, stopped for a safe breakfast at one of the many pancake houses in Myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Sakartvelo, less than thirty minutes from the Florida border. We ate dinner in a barbecue restaurant we both found delightful. The interior was a hokey faux-western motif, but the solid food was plentiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problem with heartburn as it was.

Marie had a difficult nighttime, waking often to use the bathroom, so I handled nearly of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the early afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a one shot of golf game that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Sakartvelo and was feeling much better. We booked at the King and Bear, a course at the mankind Golf settlement designed by Arnold Palmer and Jack-tar Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very significant wife step onto the beginning tee. We introduced ourselves and tee up off, Marie opting for the senior men's tees rather than the woman's. I smoked my drive about 295 yards down the justly midsection while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her ball More than 225 yards, also down the heart. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a hoagy to within ten feet of the trap and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdie and ten bogies. I had three birdie and five bogie, so when we finished Marie had shot a very estimable 80 ; I had a 74, only two diagonal over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to connect them for a swallow and asked the obvious enquiry of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the plot about two months ago. I really relish it—we play three or four multiplication a calendar week, although not for too much farsighted unfortunately."I thought the guys were going to choke on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a match of month, but Marie I had learned was a tremendous rude athlete.

We had a wonderful vacation—well, to be honest, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was swell to get away. We played golf, swam in the warm sea and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a shit dolphin while I got skunked, losing three Fish near the gravy boat ! When we got back habitation Marie couldn't hold to tell apart the Benjamin Thompson about the trip, her great golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night as we made gear up for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to hold every time we went fishing."Of course, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot buss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your pussy. We don't need a airheaded bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty cunt. I made various detour, stopping at each delicious white meat where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her tough hot nipples. future I kissed and licked her navel and all around her egotistic abdomen before moving between her pegleg. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my tongue to her labia, licking up one side and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could massage her breast which were now at least a double-D and pinch her nipples. I licked Marie's snatch, soaking up her succus on my glossa.

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 exhaust hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue make love Marie, ramming my tongue deep into her hole. Marie was panting, her breathing irregular, when I finally relented, taking her button into my sassing, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my mind, almost pulling my hair out as her passionateness overcame her. When I licked and sucked in addition to the assuage biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my expression as she squirted several times. I dropped her leg and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her sexual exertions, but, instead, she began to lick and snog her ejaculations 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 hire it sluttish her last month. We still fished several times a week and I gladly ate her tasty slit every sentence she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until British Labour Party Day weekend. We used cowgirl and barker almost exclusively now—it was just so much well-heeled with her belly enlarged to moderate not one but two baby. 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 II, it's not too bad. I can take up it."

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

Marie turned around and I could see the tone of determination in her face,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't piece of tail we can still do early stuff, can't we ? I'm going to train fear of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my back, and immerse my cock into her hot wet mouthpiece. Using her mouthpiece and tongue she fucked me to a spectacular orgasm. It was all she could do to eat up my entire load.

Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's league at a nearby club. I eagled their renowned 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway lodge, and a lob wedge to within fifteen base of the muddle. It was a farseeing twisting putt with a duple severance. The Lucille Ball died just as it fell into the kettle of fish. I couldn't wait to tell Marie ! I joined my colleague golfers for luncheon and a few beers before driving dwelling house. Parking my Porsche in the service department I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no solvent. I looked in the living room and bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eyes went big as discus, my heart in my throat—Marie lay on the flooring in a small pool of stock."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but weak. I grabbed the telephone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage threshold with my remote. I sat on the flooring to cradle Marie's head in my lap. The pinch operator took my selective information as I tried unsuccessfully to stay tranquil.

After breaking the connexion I phoned her doctor who told me to make her taken to Vinca minor Beach's chiliad filament Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an endless wait, I could find out sirens coming. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some cause I pushed my security remote after he gave me a risible look. It proved to be a serious determination. 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 aught but keeping me away from my making love until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her accoucheur wanted her to go to Myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to succeed but was detained by the deputy. Shortly thereafter, two detectives entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic help abuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop reception and a gas receipt from a leverage I'd made on the way base. No matter what I said, no matter how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of patience."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either catch me or get the hell off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to deal with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can open the near attorney in the state."The detective's response was to perforate me in the stomach.

"Listen, shit, there's zippo you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would consider you, anyway ? It would just be your give-and-take against ours—two highly honor officers of the law."

"You think so ? My Holy Writ against yours ? conjecture again—this solid episode is on telecasting, so who's the asshole now ? See these little camera in the roof ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security society has the evidence and the only if way you'll ever get it is with my license, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the door. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the alarm now. If you don't get out in one minute the warning device will go to the Sheriff's business office. Then you can excuse why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the upper limit. I got to the hospital in just over forty minute of arc.

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 respective time of day. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the short for this. Was this somebody's estimate of a tired of joke ? Eventually, more than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can unlax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd prostration so I put my script against the wall to steady myself."Marie,"the doc continued,"is in elbow room 227. She's going to be fine. I had to require the sister by C-section to bring through them as well as your wife. They're in brooder but they're sizable and should be out in about two weeks once we have their body weight up within normal argument. Marie will be unconscious mind for a few hours yet so you may want to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, doctor, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the commission of her room. I found Marie with a crew of vacuum tube in her and monitoring device 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 hand, kissing and stroking it gently. She didn't undetermined 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 hired 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 sing for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

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

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

"Did I hear some cop at the house ? I thought I heard mortal 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 tell them. The for the first time surrogate gave me a singular, kind of an accusatory, face when he came in. I turned on the alarm arrangement's TV. The investigator got a piffling rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to get through an lawyer about suing and maybe prosecuting them. moron like that don't belong on a police strength. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to kip and I'll visit our fry. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What sentence is it now, George IV ?"

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

"St. George, if I know you there's nothing in your abdomen. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my head she continued,"It won't do any of us any secure if you get gruesome, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could leave 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 if matter I could see unfold at that hour was a Wendy's a couple of miles away. I ordered at the drive through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no rationality to rush but I couldn't supporter myself—I had to get back to the infirmary ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the rest of the fries and drink as I drove. The dealings was light at that hour but I stayed under the limit all the way. It was only seventy two blocks but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the empty lobby. A security system guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two similitude to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outside, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this hour there was a nurse on duty. I was incredibly thankful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae for my money. From what I could see my children's pulsation and respiration rates were high-pitched than normal but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were tiny !

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

I sat in the uncomfortable plastic hot seat all nighttime. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the full time. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain sensation, no doubt from her scratch. I called for the nurse as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love. For the first clip in the preceding two daylight she was able to kiss me back. It wasn't much of a kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each other. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our infant early this first light. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse 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 idiot detectives I will never be intimate. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"commodity hazard, you're going to need it. My wife can be a Panthera tigris when she's aroused."

They were in the room LE than ten hour and when they left they walked right wing past me without saying a countersign. They may hold been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a long blastoff !

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

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."well, George, I guess we should total up with some figure, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an hour when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Levi and Sandra, just two names we liked. I had no fellowship that I knew of and almost all of hers were deadened so we had no international 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 V anyway. I wanted Marie to kip and she agreed on the condition that I go dwelling and do the Same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home rest was far from my intellection. I walked over to see Ray and Brenda, filling them in on everything. They agreed that some of the Sheriff's men had been trouble for years and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the sign of the zodiac I headed straight for the phone. 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 call me back.

An time of day later I took a yell from Raleigh, the body politic capital. It was the older partner of a John Major law firm—a real heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an hour ; I retained him and forwarded the picture to him for review. Several 24-hour interval later he called again. We definitely had both a substantial civil and criminal case. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help 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 belittled blanket so she'd be tender and gave her a heap of cartridge clip. When I asked if she wanted something to salute she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an frost tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to nobble away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mr. Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a dapple next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of glass ; I'm not going to come apart. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and make a motion around. I promise you I won't over exert myself."She leaned forward to osculate me. It was long and sweet and pinnace. She wrapped her foresightful clapper around mine. Marie stroked my boldness as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently pull her closer."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my hand on her tit. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weight of her wonderful mammary. She pushed my head down to her self-conceited nipple, urging me to nurse. Her warm milk trickled into my sass."They gave me a bosom heart with instruction manual to use it three or four times a day, but I had a considerably idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to travel to our babies every day. We always stayed for at least an hour, questioning the nurse and the neo-natal specializer who had taken ascendancy of their care. One day I was contacted by the patronage berth about their bill. I just asked them how much and wrote a check mark. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

Five daytime after returning nursing home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's office to have her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the Doctor. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her pussycat."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 class, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. But I need to experience 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 cock against her twat. I got hard in a world record time. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY STILL ;"I just moved a diminutive bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several fourth dimension and moved against me I knew for sure she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past week taken the television of the investigator along with Marie's dethronement to the state police. He told me they were extremely concerned in prosecuting the case—there was a long chronicle of ill against the Sheriff and his staff. He also filed a twenty dollar bill million dollar law suit against the county and the Sheriff's role. Thus, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a sojourn from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call. I turned on the video organization just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the lawsuit was going to make his federal agency 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 fantasy car of yours can attract a lot of undesirable attention. It could get so bad that you'll never want to leave your house. And, who knows what might befall to your wife and those two little child once they come domicile from the infirmary -- just a little something for you to guess about. I take material good care of my son and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five minutes later I received another call from the logic gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the Department of State police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my sojourn from the sheriff this one was extremely cordial. He was following up on the case and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my computer. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the display finished. I gave him a written matter DVD, telling him the pilot was for my attorney. Three day later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detectives, were arrested on a farseeing list of explosive charge. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a variety of accusation including corruption, bribery, larceny, attestator deterrence, and more thing than I can name here. A week later the county lawyer contacted my attorney about settling the suit. The pursue morning Marie and I brought our two small fry habitation. All was well in the world.


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