Lets get started now.I was even more happy that her husband had left.We sat in the study and she opened the book.When she started reading the lines i ...ould not concentrate on what she said. The terms she said slowly started fading away and i could only hear her sweet voice. I started fucking her in my dreams imagining her moaning in her sweet voice calling out my name asking to fuck harder. My eyes were in the book but i was fucking her in my dreams in every position possible, missionary,. ''Educated at home. It's allowed, isn't it?'She gritted her teeth and nearly smiled. 'But you need a teaching qualification and approval by the local education authority.''Oh. Wait here, ' I said and shut the door on them.I went in search of Devon. Predictably, he was in the edit suite. Megan was bent over, holding the back of a chair while he put a lot of energy into ramming her creaming slot. She looked up at me, hot and sweaty.'You want to fuck me next, Mr Hudson?''Can't just now, Megan, ' I. Emma was crying openly with happiness. Tim was crying on the inside. He sat in the front pew all choked up watching his sister finally get married and had straightened her life out. Despite her horrible behavior, he missed his late sister.The newlyweds left San Diego for an Alaskan Cruise for their honeymoon. At the hotel, prior to their flight to Seattle, she experienced sex for the first time since her conversion. She was as nervous as any virgin being taken by her husband. She could tell. But I justcouldn't let my neat dress get dirty. Even the sweater looked good withit, because the glitter heart couldn't be seen, only the pink sleeves.And they went with my tights.##For the first time in days we were sitting together on the couch. Ienjoyed it and snuggled up to Mom. Her hand stroked absentmindedlyacross my upper thigh. It felt good. Just a nice pair of pantyhose andit would feel even better. I gave myself over completely to my femininefeelings.Something was going on in her.