I wonder what's she told her hubby about her past, nothing if she got any sense. I had stopped on impulse, but now I had seen her again, things had ch...nged. I drove home, had a shower and put on my best suit, ready to go to the reception. I still had an hour to kill, so from the back of the wardrobe I fished out a shoebox containing my stash of photographs. It wasn't hard to find a picture of Clare, at least half of them were of her in all sorts of compromising positions. I hadn't looked at. He pulled his pajamas down and stuck out his cock ready to fuck his wife. ‘Yes Gerald give me your cock! Just ram it in me!’ Margo begged. Gerald plunged his cock deep in his wife’s pussy feeling her pussy tense up right away. He loved when he spent over a week not fucking her because she’d get tight again making him feel so good. His cock went in and out of Margo’s pussy so violently. She loved the way he fucked her hard and rough. She wrapped her legs harder around his buttocks pushing him. But I don't know what possessed me when I began drawing her waist. I then decided to go all out. I drew a tall, voluptuous women with thick braided hair and a true hourglass figure. For clothing I went risqué and made a black top that exposed a certain amount of her breasts, an exposed, toned navel, and an elongated black loincloth with thigh high boots to go with it.And of course any samurai needs a sword so I made the most epic kind imaginable. The handle is a bright red and the hilt is in. The deal is, I have to commit before you will.”“Succinctly put, oh darling daughter.”“Yes.”I flipped open my phone and punched 5 for the Registrar.“Dean Porter, please.”“His good buddy Dave.”“Hi Chuck.”His reaction was precisely what I figured. “Don’t be like that, Charles. I bring tidings of a monetary nature.”“Abby wants to learn to fly.”“Yes ... me too.”“The airport at five?”“Buckets of money?” I grinned at Abby, “Of course.”We found the Flight School office and Charles, Dean Porter.