When his hands clutched at her hair and tightened on her head in a way that held her against him, she felt like swooning. She swirled her tongue aroun... his cock where it lay in her mouth and swallowed again, getting another big moaning reaction out of him that made her nipples tighten even further.This is MY COCK! Suzanne shouted in her own thoughts. This is the cock of the MAN that I am going to MARRY! The man I am going to FUCK countless thousands of times in years to come, and SUCK many more. *It was snowing, proper Christmas weather. There were only three prisoners there that Friday: court hadn’t sat all week so there were no welcome beatings, and if there was anybody being released they weren’t being given a farewell flogging. Word, though, had clearly got out that Mary would be beaten so the galleries were packed. It was bitterly cold in there and the three prisoners shivered pathetically by the door.The magistrate was clearly in a bad mood. The first woman, who was probably. Jake's got some business to tend to for most of the week, and he's already said he'll come up and get me that Friday." She frowned a little, "Are you sure they'll be okay with it? Me and Jake, I mean?" Richelle perked up at that, too, was apparently interested in the answer herself."Of course it'll be okay with them, sweetie, anybody wants to be friends with them, that's what they'll be." She looked at me and grinned, "And Dad and Krista will love Jake's truck too, and Mom will like how it. It was hot for the very first second, but instantly cooled down.I was unsure how long it lasted, but I knew by time it was over, I loved him more than ever. I just stayed down there for a moment and enjoyed every last second as I felt it all dry. After that moment, I let out a giant exhale and wiped my eyes."I love you too, Marco," I whispered, climbing up with him.I sat down on his lap, wrapped my arms around him and put my head onto his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't ask you to kiss me right.