For a good few minutes we fucked just like that, with me trying to pin her to the sofa with my cock, while she lay beneath groaning into the cushions....fter a while we rolled over and she was soon sitting on my lap but still impaled on my hard pole.Then I began lifting her up and down on me, but soon she took over, her hands rested on my shoulders, her little white feet rested on my thighs and all by herself she bounced eagerly up and down on my hardened cock.I sat there groaning just as much as. To get to the boulders, she had to remove her shoes and wade in her nylons. Something about wet nylons were stimulating. In addition, her nylons were the old reinforced heel and toe type -- adding to the eroticism. Sitting on the boulders, she was oblivious to her dress hem riding up, especially when I had her lying back on her elbows or hanging on to low branches. Slowly, but surely, her hem began to reveal her stocking tops which now were fully exposed. The light-colored band at the stocking. " Do you stop and talk to them a lot?" Not a lot, but I do stop if I see them out there, and we talk for a while. I walk most days so a little stop occasionally is no big thing." Why them?" Well Sheriff, if you have seen them, you know how cute they are. They are also very smart and knowledgeable on a lot of subjects. It is a pleasure to talk with them. They are so levelheaded, not like a lot of these young people today." Go ahead. What happened when you left?" the sheriff asked."I recrossed. When the minister asked the question, I said, "I do," and in minutes I was Mrs. Jeremy Westervelt. Jeremy lifted my veil, and after staring at my face for a few seconds, he wiped away my tears of happiness, and bent to kiss me.The reception, like the wedding ceremony, went perfectly. Afterwards, Jeremy and I spent the night in the same suite that Anne and Gerald had used the year before. It was sufficiently isolated so that noises would not carry and disturb other guests. And there were plenty.