“Or that quick,” Amelia added with a smile.“What should we do now?” I asked and paused.“A honeymoon perhaps?” I asked after a few seconds....��Do you mean go somewhere?” Amelia asked in a questioning voice.“We’ve been to too many places in the past month. Let’s just stay home and relax,” Sylvia suggested.“All right, shall we go out to dinner, a bit later to celebrate,” I asked seeing that it was just past 5:30 in the afternoon, and we had eaten at the feast in the Otherworld following our. The carnage was almost instant.Apparently Leonard’s father was gunned down by Roger’s underlings within days of finding his mutilated corpse. The bullet wounds were so numerous that the medical examiner gave up on trying for an accurate account and simply noted that his death was by way of extreme violence, perpetrated using a plethora of firearms. There was an appendix that diagramed the extensive network of holes drilled by rifle, handgun, and shotgun.That shooting tore the roof off their. I tried to catch her, but couldn’t. She used to tease me such. Our SMS texts continued well into the night , whence it would start getting naughty. The marriage was only a day away, and both of us couldn’t control our urges further.I texted to her to come to the bathroom and I would be waiting for her there. (This is the same bathroom where I had seen her naked through the peeping hole I made). The interior of the house was changed and the study area was now the kitchen. She hip-hopped into the. Her hand pumped his prick slowly, as she led him to the wooden lounge chair, where she had him lie down. His ten-inch prick poked straight up as she made a big production of licking it and his balls with her hungry lips and tongue, and then very slowly lowering her cunt onto his massive cock again, inch by inch by delicious inch. Ahhhhhhh, she moaned loudly. Soon she was working the entire thick length of it in and out of her again, and again, and grunting loudly. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugghhh!.