Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm t...ee on her father's ranch, and what had happened after that with three other males that she should never have had to come close to, who had taken advantage of her weakness. And thoughts of that had made her feel unworthy on her wedding day.Now, it seemed that two weeks of unbounded sexual indulgence with her new husband had purged her mind of that. My coarse hands were stroking and cupping hairy balls as I let my eyes drink my daughter's lust filled body in. Her breasts were pushed together with the side of her left arm while her right hand was busy teasing her nipples (I was astonished by this later on when I realized that she was right handed). The sweet smell of her open slit filled my nostrils as I stared at her hips thrust up in passion, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris as pussy juices dripped down into the cleavage of. I watched her for a while, enjoying seeing her give in to the pleasure of her own clothes. Soon enough, however, I felt like she deserved to feel me, so I kissed the curve of her neck, biting ever so lightly. With her arms forced above her head, she laughed and moved to give me more room to suckle her flesh, granting me a soft moan from her. ‘I love you,’ she whispered. ‘I love you too,’ I smiled, making her bite her lip. I moved downwards, touching her through her clothes, making her hips. It’s not like Steve’s hurting for money. In two years, he’ll probably be making more than all of us combined, except maybe the soon-to-be lawyer and soon-to-be architect.”Chris laughed, “You do know what a starting architect makes, right? Peanuts! I’ll be designing bathrooms in government buildings and crap like that for years before I get a major project and make real money. Of course, if I’m good, and my professors think I am, then I’ll make as much money as F. Lee Bailey over there,” he.