I loved leaning against him as we watched the little ducks follow their moms by the pond. A honeymoon is a time when you pretend the rest of the world...is irrelevant and all that is important is the two of you and your immediate pleasures. This was a make-pretend honeymoon, but why should that be spoiled by one more level of make pretend? On Sunday we had to pack and the mood was spoiled. My packing was relatively minimal. I would be back here in the fall and I could leave whatever I wanted.. Who knew what Pat’s thoughts were when it came to girls? She was damn liberal when it came to her son.Betty answered Mary Lou loud enough for us to hear. “Yes, Honey, there is lube in my nightstand and just one bag of chips. Take water, no tonic this late at night.”Mary Lou went to the kitchen and got a bag of chips and two bottles of water, then off to her mother’s bedroom before she disappeared back into her bedroom and shut the door.I couldn’t sit here and not ask any longer, “Betty, How. Samantha walked slowly into the kitchen. Henrietta was indeed there. She opened her arms."Hallo, darling," she said softly.Samantha fell into them with a sob. Henrietta held her."Henry warned me," she murmured. Samantha nodded but otherwise did not move just clung to her drawing on her strength and love.Eventually they drew apart but continued to hold hands. Their eyes met and held. Samantha's were full of grief tinged with shame or fear. Henrietta's held no reproach, just love and. The orgasmic explosion that flows through you is like a tidal wave crashing down on the beach. “Oh my god yes, fuck me, use my pussy,” you scream as you cum. The contractions of your walls try to force his big cock out, but he just pumps your cunt harder, his head throbbing inside you. He grunts as your orgasm continues, then his whole body tenses, his cock ravishing your pussy as he fucks you harder. You feel the first load of his cum squirt inside you, like a fire hose turned on high; he.