After some soul-searching while his wife-to-be continued to get fucked and feed fluids round the clock, he decided to stay… for the kid. The wedding...would happen as planned.The honeymoon turned out to be a lot like the bachelorette party, which was a lot like any other Friday. The gangbang took place in a hotel room in Hawaii, but Stephanie could not enjoy the ocean view; everything she saw was through a thick filter of pubic hair. Though the glue prevented ins and outs, the fuck boys could. Just one, she thought. She turned away and her right hand drifted further south until she was slipping a finger into her moist slit. My god, I just referred to it as my slit. Next I’ll be thinking of it as my cunt. Hmmm. My cunt. Really, it’s only a word. What’s the big deal she thought as she slipped a second finger into her CUNT? As she worked the two fingers in and out, she slowly flicked her thumb back and forth across her clit. Then, her movements became less slow. Then they became rapid.. I will remind your sisters of that when I speak to them before we leave.”I put Harlou down and he was beaming. I think that is just what he needed. He had lost his job as protector when they joined us and he was just a little boy again, now he knew he had an important job here, whether I was here or not. I called his sisters over to talk to them too. “Mertir, Jerrel, come here for a moment, I need to speak to you about while we are gone. When we leave, your mother, Barb and I, on this journey. He flicked at the reins to urge on the two new dray horses in order to keep pace with the carriage that Alf, the chief ostler, was driving sitting alongside Nate Oliver, their valued jockey.Inside the carriage was Sir Oswald Brandling, and, surprisingly, his wife, Lady Brandling, who had missed the York race, but Sir Oswald had told Jack and Alf, she had decided that this Doncaster meeting was more up-market than the York event.“So, she has more chance of meeting influential people,” he had.