The assumption that her happiness depended on him.Yet, he spoke mere fact. Both of them remembered the only happiness they had experienced as they wer... growing up in a harsh world, the happiness they felt when they were together. And, while their sexual passion for each other was unbridled, that was not the primary reason for their happiness together. They shared so many things that no one else in the world could understand. Their bond had been forged with a heavy hammer, and they were welded. He squeezed one breast gently, letting out a short breath as she moaned, grabbing a hold of his shoulders. Playfully, he tweaked her nipples, watching her face for a reaction. Did he ever get one.Her entire body thrust forward, pressing into him, begging to be pleasured. A smile spread over his lips. Such a reaction from so little touching. She was, indeed, his baby. Pushing her back again, he slowly began to, inch by inch, lift her shirt up, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach. He picked. It took almost no time for the first wave of orgasm to flow through her, and after a second she turned an took my cock in her mouth to give me a beautiful warming tongue embrace. Looking out across the fields to the sheep and the church beyond, aware that anyone could pass us along the track at any moment, and completely in the moment of her mouth was wonderful.Quickly she wanted me inside her. And with no need to try and take time we built up with shared excitement to a rush of my explosion. And then I was presented with a picture of a hand fasting service where the same friends and merry-makers surrounded the same man and woman from the funeral pyre. I was struck hard by what I next realized, the same man was sitting next to me on the bed. Marco had a tear in his eye and I could tell he was recalling every detail from both of those days. I felt I had to say something but I didn’t know what so I just said the first thing that came to me. “She was very pretty and was lucky to have.