She claimed that she was too busy to attend the wedding, but I knew otherwise.Although marrying Melissa wasn't in my life plan, I was brought up to ac...ept my responsibilities and make the best of them. I had been fucking Melissa for months. I was so busy having fun that I had never considered a possible pregnancy. I had to pay for the pleasure I'd received. I vowed to be the best husband and father possible.I could tell that Melissa was happy about the whole thing. She positively glowed. She. ”Morris agreed readily when she explained, but he was busy in the restaurant the next morning and the same man was back yet another time. The noon shows were more sparsely attended, and this time he was sitting near the front. Maggie got a whiff as she passed near and understood even better why other people avoided him.“He’s back again,” she said privately to Jason. “And on top of it all I can smell him, he’s pretty ripe. Can’t you get him out of here?”He looked. Reluctantly he shook his head.. I was also very nervous about a possible repeat of my former failure. After he moved onto me, he resumed kissing me ardently. There was no hurry and the experience was breath-taking.Upon turning me on my side he moved behind me before I felt his lubricated finger playing with my butt-hole. He gently inserted a finger and leisurely began opening me up. As he kissed my head, ears, and mouth, his finger kept stirring in my manhole. Gradually a second finger entered without too much discomfort as. “It’s a long story, but suffice to say it was a fucking long walk.” Carl replied.“You’re not too knackered I hope, we’ve got a few jobs for you two to do.”He walked across the room and picked me up in his arms, one arm around my back the other between my legs, the arm of his Navy jacket on my pussy. his hand spread wide over the cheeks of my bum.“Oops, that’ll need to go to the cleaners on Monday.” I said, laughing as he drew me to his big chest.Carl looked at the sleeve of his jacket, my cum.