We ‘want’ to get married. We love each other and both sets of parents have given us good examples of the happiness of married life. We know there ...ill be struggles but we want to struggle together.”That seemed to clear the air. My dad went over our discussions with the college and the letters we now possessed. He was satisfied with that aspect. Mom had a few questions but they were practical ones for us once we were wed.Dad finally said, “You two seem to have planned everything out and covered. All did place their other hand in her slit to hold her and see just how wet she was. After each spanking, she would walk to her man, and he would lick her clean of all her juices before the next took the seat to continue her punishment.Then it was Connie’s turn, and she started by having Subject I stand in front of her, legs apart as she fingered her for about five minutes, getting her exceptionally wet. Subject I just whined and shudder at Connie’s touch begging for more.And then to. Where before she rarely wanted to fuck now she is always ready to take a load of nut juice. That one guy told a few friends and each of them told a few friends and it grew and grew. I know alot of the guys that regularly service her. To help keep it from being even more strange she tells her lovers to not let me know. They all think I don't know they are rooting my wife. Sometimes I'll be in my shop with a friend and my wife will come out and see them. Quiet often she will make up some reason. A blush peppered his face."Sorry just getting ready. Didn't stub my toe." What was it that you were doing?" A jig?" Ray replied."A jig," her laugh was short and definitely not sweet. "No wonder we don't dance. A jig? What prompted that?" Nothing." The blush that had sprinkled across his cheeks became a deluge of colour."Tell me, or else." Or else what?" Ray challenged."Or else I'll tell my mother that you were up here dancing and would like her to critique your style." You wouldn't."Her only.