Waist, lower. Heather gently spreads her legs in hopes of where his hand will go. Gabriel rests his hands on her inner thy and moves up. Close. By sto...ping just short.He moves his kisses from her chest to her stomach. Belly. Waist. She rests her hand on his head and gently pushes him lower, but he resists. After a few moments, he stands up. Picks her up and carries her to the bed, and placing her on her back. Looking up at him, she sees again how aroused he is. She takes her foot and runs it. She turned around and gasped at the sight of her massive behind. That was a whole goddamn shelf, she could put potted plants over her butt without fearing that they'd tip over. She didn't know why her first thought went to plants.She still had her dick, which had never been particularly big, but it looked even smaller now. Maybe it just looked smaller because her thighs had grown so much."I'd hit that," she whispered about herself, then realized that her voice sounded different than usual. She. Close enough to where you can feel the pressure against your skin but not on it. I walk over to the head of the bed.. You'd better wet me good Princess... You take me into your mouth.. I am going to miss your mouth.. The way your eyes tear up when I tickle the back of your throat.. How we have trained your gag reflex.. you suck me so good.. It would be so easy to just finish here.. But I have to have one last thing... You know what I am about to do.. You take me in your hand and wipe most of. I don't like that word and I don't want to hear any of you using it."It was the middle of the afternoon when we pulled into Buckingham, Virginia. They had a parson. I asked Andy if they were going to go ahead and get married and when he answered in the affirmative, I told him that Sam and I wanted to get married too.We had an incredible afternoon. The parson married both couples as if it was a routine he did once an hour. I guess it could have been a little disappointing for us, but we realized.