Just look at you, covered in cum, it dripping from your ass, your just a little slut, and fucking proud of it too.” He said, almost guiltily, and c...ndescendingly. I didn’t even know what to say. I was still in ecstasy, I wanted more, way more, not just one load. I was covered in sweat, still shaking to an extent, and he was gathering up my clothes to get me out of there.“You’ll get your fucking C- ok? Just get out, don’t you fucking tell anyone about this ok? Just get the fuck out.”I. He’s bald and pot bellied but not really fat. He remained as good natured and charming as when I had met him so many years prior. During the chat of the evening, he mentioned having problems with an electrical circuit in his home. I have a basic understanding of home electrical circuits and I offered to come by and do some investigating. We agreed on time and date and I showed up tool bag in hand. With in a half an hour I had nailed the problem to a faulty circuit breaker and even had a new. This was more what i wanted to hear and i managed to get a bit more information before Mrs O appeared and we made our way to dinner.During the course of the evening i brought this up with Mrs O and she seemed genuinely excited and quite keen go go for a look so we decided to give it a visit the next night.The next evening we had dinner and went to the bar for a few drinks.Around ten o'clock we went back to the room and Mrs O changed into something more daring, knee high boots, white lace. Finally, the storm surge was a chance for the tornado-bold other man to knock up the submissive-to-her-boyfriend bride on her honeymoon, and the bride had just confessed that was the outcome she wanted and believed had just happened.It was a category five star alignment as impressive as the one at Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Our dark fantasies were indeed deep and twisted, and all the alignment fed those fantasies with rich nutrients. If there was a Willow Line, it was still hidden, and the.