Here I continue my story. To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to be loved by the person you love and getting married is everything. My m...rriage was not simple. It was extraordinary – a marriage where love triumphed over society and odds. We proved love doesn’t care about age, religion, caste, or even if she is your teacher.All lines were crossed. But still, there was a single line that needed to be crossed to become two bodies, one soul. Yes, our first night, after which there. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told Jess as I smacked her booty playfully a few times.As for Mom and Darcy, they were both a bit preoccupied, to put it mildly, what with Mom riding Darcy’s dick good and rough like the cowgirl that she wished to be. She waved her tits in Darcy’s face and continued to make him her bitch. My stepfather was a sissy cuck at heart, after all, as he/she admitted due to the extreme. Marcus was rubbing the bulge in his pants as Steven started to take his pants and trousers off completely, I was horny at the thought of seeing both of them naked, so I helped Steven out of his clothes and started kissing him as I grabbed his little cock and started wanking him off, he was hard in no time, Marcus got his 7" out and Steven couldn't take his eyes off it so I put his hand on it and told him to play with it, he moved his hand back and forward on the cock and then rolled the balls. They were all eyeballing me, I had my pistol strapped onto my hip but managed to keep enough control to not start using it when I saw Slash go down. Slash trusted me fro some reason and I felt like I had let him down. They were smart enough to put Slash in a cage all by himself but it was terribly small. I drove down and talked to him but he was not responding well. ‘I will get you out of here, Slash.’ I told him. His dark eyes looked at me, it almost broke my heart. Over the next few weeks, I.