.. wow...”“So, Abby, where?” I mean, try to keep it in North America and Hawaii, but otherwise...”“Maybe Chicago...” Abby said.“All righ..., Chicago as an option,” Harry said. “Donna?”“Father ... this is too much...”“Nonsense! The groom’s family is traditionally responsible for the honeymoon. Now, seriously, don’t make me spank you, I’d enjoy it too much.”“Father,” Donna replied, “if you really want...”“Enough, slave,” Jason said. “Answer his question.”“I apologize, Father,” Donna said. “Chicago. This was what had done during the Thanksgiving weekend. He celebrated that holiday by himself. His Thanksgiving meal consisted of a few slices of turkey breast, instant mash potatoes and a can of string beans. He did treat himself to a large slice of the pumpkin pie he had purchased. Being alone was not the way he wanted to spend the holiday and he gave some thought as to what he could do to avoid a repetition of it happening again in the future. Maybe he could do some travelling was the best. Amy’s eyes widened. Jake didn’t see it but Amy had shut her eyes tight, tears rolling out of them freely. She was shaking her head and silently pleading with her attacker to stop before he defiled her virgin hole. Jake rimmed Amy’s asshole with his forefinger. She wasn’t squirming, not yet, but he knew she would. He rubbed his cum onto the entry of the hole and his cock grew stiffer. He stopped kissing her tits and looked up at Amy’s face. Her eyes were shut tight and her head turned to one. I'm not sure if I can tell the difference anymore. I'm not even sure if there is a difference, other than our own perception. When he finally came it was like a torrent, flooding my insides with an impossibly large amount of cum, which quenched the fire inside me. Then he pulled out his cock, straightened his robe, and walked away without a word. He hadn't spoken to me from the time we met, to when he left me bent over the dining table, with cum running to my knees. My whole body was quivering.