Tracy burped right off and I cuddled her to sleep within seconds after that. Sam came out to find me quietly droning meaningless words to Tracy."That'... quite a picture. You look quite happy and natural holding a baby." I just love babies and holding them." Tell me more, but over some food, please."So, we wrapped up the sleeping Tracy and ourselves and trudged out to the nearby Bob Evans restaurant for some badly needed sustenance.Over our food and numerous cups of coffee, we told each other. It isn’t wrong. But it can’t happen yet.”“Yet?” I looked at Zuri again, feeling an echo of that warm swelling feeling, even as I wanted to comfort her, hold her.“Soon. When you’re a little older. But not now.”Soon. The feeling of pressure eased a little as my curiosity grew.“When?” Zuri asked, surprising me.“In a few years. When you are 14. For now ... you keep that to yourselves. You can touch at any time you want, but no touching of each other. Not in that way. Promise me.”We both nodded.“I. "Are you going to make yourself cum?" She asked me."I will if you will," I answered, tickling downward to my butthole and back up. Her eyes followed the path of my fingers. She leaned back, pushing her crotch forward towards the front edge of the hot tub where the jets were, rotating slowly. I imagined the bubbles massaging her labia, their fleshy petals flittering in the current. "How does it feel?" I asked."Really good," she said, her breath clipping the words off with a small gasp of. While I drove down, I had her relate story after story of her wanton activities. Taking my cock from my pants she would slowly stroke me as she told me of her exploits. She never let me cum, wanting me primed and ready. By the time we arrived outside of New Orleans I was about to burst. We barely made it inside the room before I threw her down on the floor and attempted to consummate our marriage. As I savagely fucked her, the old wooden floor creaking under my thrusts, she whispered in my ear.