.....oooohhhhh.....aahhhhhhhhhhhhh" An huge amount of cum rush out of my 'honey ville' I feel so wet down under."How do you feel my gal " asked uncle....I shyed away and answered "I am shy to say but it is something that I have never had before" He asked "You want more of that gal?" I said "yah" then he asked me to spread my legs a bit and then he started to crawl on top of my soft body. First he went to my 'honey ville' and smell it and then he said " You have such a beatiful cunt my gal". Then. Over and over again they pump into me and I give a little shudder as I feel myself pull him in, every time getting a little bit wetter as he pulls out. By this time I'm moaning and twisting under his touch so much the bed is shaking. Suddenly he moves his free hand to cup the nape of my neck and I open my eyes again, knowing something’s coming. All in one motion he slips in the third finger just as he leans in for a hard kiss. The feel of his lips against mine, his fingers inside me, are all. If it were anyone else but Sam, it might be iffy, but in this case, no. Sam’s not a threat to him and he knows it. I mean I suppose he could, divorce me that is, but I really don’t think that he will,” she said.“Hmm, I guess you’re right. And, of course it still could be Owen’s right?” said Harriet.Her friend sighed. “Yes, it could be. I guess it’s actually a fifty-fifty thing. But, I guess we’ll be seeing,” said Abigail.“For sure,” said Harriet.In spite of what she’d told Harriet, she was. I smiled and nodded politely.‘Do have a drink!’Almost an hour went by as I waited in the bar room. There was no real party; aside from myself there were only five guests, and I had no need to ask any names. Edward Falk, champion of the finance market, rich enough to buy out everyone else at the table; Ulysees Buck, weapons dealer from the south; John Merry, owner of the multi-national media enterprise Global News; Lucius King, political strategist and free-for-hire advisor to the supposed.