I must have it wrong and maybe she doesn't go by the days on the packet. I tried to put it at the back of my mind but it wouldn't go. All I could pict...re was my father's cock unloading his balls into the cervix of my wife.I had a restless night; she never rang and didn't email me. I had got up out of bed and had a wash got dressed and was having a mug of coffee when the phone rang. I answered the phone; it was my father. He told me that Julie would be back later and that she was still in bed. After this, I'll be happily married as the world would think. Yet, it's not really going to be that way, at least not on the surface.I take a look at Betsy's father; he's all smiles, and yet crying at the same time. He takes my hand, and then we walk down the aisle as one. My Mother is now waiting for us to finish the short distance that seems to be long and hard to walk down. She's all smiles, smiling at all her handiwork leading to this. As Betsy's father stops, he looks at me and gives me a. The site of her body was like an electric bolt through my body straight to my cock which stood hard once again preparing for action. A quiet giggle escaped from her mouth, Did I do that? she asked Yep I said, looking at your body like this gets me so hard that Ill never cum to another image I dont think Well theres something I want to ask you, but I dont know how she says rather timidly. Well Im still a virgin and I kinda want to lose it now with you My cock must have grown another inch at. .. Again, she wept, praying as the-tears streamed down her cheeks. Please, God... please help me... ? And then, she dried her eyes, set her jaw... and rang the buzzer.Almost instantly, the giant Moroccan entered the room with the lightness of a cat. The mere sight of his massive presence caused Janet to cringe."Yes, Madame," he said in deep accented English. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her with those burning, ravenous eyes, his heavy muscular arms folded across his thick.