Then she was cumming and there was no keeping my face on her cherry – so I just kept my finger up her ass and let her orgasm flow. Her anal grip on ...y finger was terrific and immediately gave me some ideas for the future.She gradually subsided and I helped her to get panties back on. Yet she wasn’t done. She was now down on her knees, grappling with my belt. In a minute, my trousers we below my knees, as were my undies. She took a firm grip of my semi-aroused member, cupping me below the balls. And he refused to masturbate! All the way to our hotel, he kept nagging about shooting his load inside his pants!We checked in, collected our suite card, and even before consummating our marriage, we faced the first hurdle. It was a slight inconvenience really, but my husband reacted as though his dick had fallen off.The lifts had stopped working and the poor porter looked at us as though we were going to beat him if he had denied carrying our luggage.My useless husband called the manager and. As his hand grazed her pubic hair he noticed it was much fuller than it was that night long ago. Knowing that she knew he preferred the natural look he wondered to himself if she had let it grow for him. But that was something to ask about later. Right now there was a very wet woman whom needed attention. He let his finger tips dance over her lips and tease her clit. Letting a finger or two slid in and then back out brought soft moans from her mouth. Kissing that mouth full, he started to. ?”“Well,” Paul picked up, “they insisted we had to hold up the families’ honor...”“And... ?” Chad asked again.Tony just sadly shook his head. “We really didn’t want to do it, but they insisted. In fact, Paul and I pointed out that the girls’ hair would really be blown, but that didn’t work too well.”“Why didn’t it work?” Chad asked. “Unlike Tami’s near-crewcut, the girls’ hair is almost shoulder length.”“I’ll have to show you,” Paul replied. Although Ann glared at him, he mussed her perfectly.