I could see a bit of her inviting pussy that was barely visible from my angle. It dawned on me that we were on our honeymoon, and I could not rememb...r if we had fucked yet. I couldn’t remember doing it last night when we got back to the room from that dance club. It is all so hazy. But her pussy was calling me.I forgot all about my hangover and slid over to her. I started at her foot, kissing her toes, the bottom of her foot and then the back of her ankle. I slowly moved up to her. “None at all! I can certainly see the appeal! You are a gorgeous woman!” Vincent told the big woman.“A smooth talking parrot! Will wonders never cease?” Korsa replied, taking the compliment gracefully.“I do have my moments! Just ahead, through that archway! That’s where the depot is!” Vincent told the crew as he flapped his wings, climbing higher in the air.The crew came out into the depot and took in the scene before them. There were nearly a dozen vehicles there, most of them large. It might have been due to how he and Mandy had been arguing more and more. Perhaps it was that feeling he had been having recently at Mandy… that feeling like she deserved better than him.They had been going out since high school and tended to have sex almost every other night, sometimes even multiple times a day. John loved going clubbing with Mandy. He loved cooking for her. He loved providing for her. She loved him too. He knew that much.He was in love with her Egyptian skin and her talk. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks for looking after Gordon at the show.”“He wasn’t any bother. I was just sorry that you missed it, You’d have found lots of ideas.”“That’s OK. Gordon was under strict instructions to tell me about anything interesting and I’ve had a few thoughts as a result. He gave me a very full report – well he did once I had him tied down and got the strap-on out. That does seem to encourage a compliant response, more so than the paddle, I think.”A waitress came to enquire if.