Why else was the bus engine burning? How else had I heard things breaking before we'd hit the truck?I didn't say that to Lana. I just said, "Alright."...t made me very sad to think of Mr. Woodhouse – and Renee – that he was her dad when she was my lover.We drove slowly past the road that led to the Woodhouse home. Beyond it, a hundred yards, a narrow gravel lane ran off into the woods. Turning onto that lane, our tires crunching through the gravel, we drove just out of sight of the main road and. The receptionist came back and knew I had taken a peek, "Don't worry, Sir, these are private pictures. All your photos will be strictly confidential".That may well have been so but within a week she would put 2 and 2 together and make 4, realising that that "slut" was now my wife".Part 2The wedding day.We were now husband and wife, and everyone had arrived at the hotel where we were having our reception following the ceremony.All the guests had been welcomed and Wendy was trying to get me. Pulled into the services at first thinking of finding a private spot on the car park. The car park wasn't very full but the occupants were spread out well so that was plan A gone. As a bit of a exhibitionist, I have gone into the toilets and had a wank into the urinals before, buzzing off the prospect of being caught. Deciding that was plan B, I grabbed a pair of my favourite undies to put on and have a play in the toilets. All went well at first, cubicle, changed into my frilly pink lacy thong. That was great. Whew!" Now, big brother, I want you in here," as I patted my pussy lips."But you aren't on the pill, are you?" Oh, no, do you have any condoms?" No, but I can get some tomorrow. Okay?" Mmm, yeah, but that about this lovely hard-on you have here?" Yeah it is ready, isn't it?" Would a blowjob make it happy?" You're kidding, right?"Some of my girlfriends give blowjobs; they talk about it all the time. How great it is, how guys go crazy, how it feels to have him spurt his warm cum.