. goddamnit,” she swore at me, arching her back and involuntarily kicking her legs. She babbled something else I couldn’t make out. “Get that fu...king cock back in me!”Immediately I was up and between her legs. The pool of our sweat and her cum had soaked the bed. She was almost too wet. I held her legs up by the ankles in front of me, begging her to squeeze me tighter. Her calves flexed and her toes curled again as she started to spasm. Cum flooded out of her hole with every thrust.”Fuck.... ” I explained.“Yes, lots of sweet young chambermaids, I think we might just rub along famously,” she opined and against all expectations she smiled.The wedding was a modest affair, five hundred guests or less. I am afraid the kiss on the brides’s cheek was amongst the most perfunctory ever planted and the reception in the Assembly rooms one of the most as they say “Cost Effective” ever. Aunt Delilah paid and she was ever loath to part with her guineas. I swear she served carbonated spring. I've been camping one, maybe two times since you left. It's just not the same without you to pick on me around the fire. We haven't been out on the four wheeler either, I kinda miss my skinny little passenger. I haven't been out fourwheeling either, that was supposed to be "our day" we had planned, that never happened. The last three years, I've more or less kind of existed. Sure, I've tried to move on, find a new relationship, but, something always falls apart, or gets in the way. Distance,. ’ ‘Well, truth to tell he’s a bit of class. Army, of course, but no dimwit. I’ve been sort of hanging around with him between wars et cet and he’s been back on the market since the little wifey fucked off home to Boooorston (she elongated the first vowel and shoved in the ‘r’ in an apparent attempt at a Bostonian accent). Apparently she didn’t like Perry being away so much. Not sure she’d have given a flying if he’d got his balls blown off but,’ she grinned, ‘I would. They’re gorgeous.’ ‘And?’.