“It’s stunning isn’t it?” Travis’s voice comes softly from behind her. She jumps, as the sound of his voice pulls her back from her spirall...ng thoughts. “Yes. Yes it is,” she says, with a heavy heart. “Charles and I had planned to have our honeymoon here. We never got around to it, as the charity work always seemed to get in the way.” “Hey.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. “Don’t do this to yourself. I know what you are like; you can’t blame yourself for this. Come with. While I may not have loved Mary with a passion, I did care for her and wanted the best for her. I thought that we had a nice relationship, that we cared for each other and wanted each other to be happy. But things had changed and I wasn't sure exactly what or why.I did notice one thing though - sex had become sporadic. While we were no longer young lovers, screwing like rabbits, we did manage to have sex around two or three times a week. I began to realize that the frequency of our love making. Eventually, one of the detectives returned with another man in tow. He was introduced as the District Attorney. The detective explained that they were preparing a statement for Waylon's signature. If he was satisfied that it was accurate, he should sign it."I agree with the investigating officers, and we're not going to charge you," the DA said. "I'm sure the detectives will need to talk to you again as they wrap up their investigation. When it's complete, I'll present the case to a grand jury.. "Please, just d-don't stop," I meet his thrust, pushing back with my hips. He was now grabbing one of my ass cheeks. Holding it tight as he looked down at our bodies merging. I was glancing back at him, whispering obscenities that called for the situation. "I bet you like my tight pussy, huh? Fuck that cunt! Yes! Yes! Ooohhh yeah!" he could only smile and smack my ass as he looked at me with a coy smile and an expression that only depicted pleasure. My stomach churns as the.