I leaped from the couch andstraddled her legs, rubbing my wet pussy on the large stiff loverod. I wondered, even as I felt the excitement building an...w in myloins, whether it was larger; it seemed so. But I didn't care; all Iwanted was to satisfy my newfound lust. Within moments, Ibrought myself to another orgasm, then I lifted my body and slowlylowered myself onto her rod. It _was_ larger; I could feel itstretching my insides as I moaned softly with pleasure. With thepussy rippling with. I did in a way but I felt something much more intense than simple attraction. I felt drawn to him in a strange way I had never experienced before. He was incredibly charming. He was very intelligent, sophisticated, urbane, and oh, so charming. He was a big man, tall, thick set, with a commanding presence. He had medium brown hair with streaks of grey at the temples. I found out later he was 63 at the time. He had intense, compelling eyes that were almost hypnotic. He was very distinguished. There were so many pieces, that was the only way we were going to keep it straight.I did not have time to dwell on this; from Morton we were going straight home. I needed to look at four days of complete reports from Robert instead of a few highlights.Monday was decision day for Harrisburg and I wanted to be prepared.We were one hundred miles out when Marcy sent a text, “Your welcoming committee has been waiting for hours, and the restaurant has sold buckets of coffee.”When the plane taxied to. "Young lady, don't you disobey me. WE are going home. And you are grounded for the rest of your life." No, Mother, I am not. Art and I are married. My place is with him. I might come to visit but this is my home now." Don't talk crazy. You are only 28 gazelons old, you can't be married." Well, I am. And here is the proof." Rose snatched the parchment off the bedside table and handed it to her Mom.Rose's Mom was getting even redder while reading the parchment. My Mom on the other hand went.