I'm gonna dance at your wedding. You've molested the your last innocent girl. From now on you'll be the one with your panties down around your knees ...s you get a cock rammed up your ass". "Please sir", he pleaded, "I'm sorry for what I did, Surely you've humiliated me enough"?"We haven't even started to humiliate you. You don't think putting on my daughters underwear is equal to the shame I have suffered in the eyes of my friends do you"?He could think of no answer to move the man who held. Are you hard yet love? Can you imagine invading my love with your hard cock, feeling her glide around you like a smooth glove? Can you hear your balls slapping my ass while we make love? Can you feel my pussy lips clinging to your dick when you pull out, not wanting you to leave? Can you feel the muscles of my vagina milking you, my womb expand to take up your white gold. Can you feel the pressure build up in your balls? Hold back love, then you'll shoot more and I want as much of your sperm as. " Stop fishing for compliments," he ordered. "We need some sort of clothing. And you may drop the 'milord' stuff. Just call me Chad!" Chad," she seemed to whisper, obviously enjoying the sound of the name, then reached up and took back the still wet rag Ponkert held in his hand.Five minutes later, she had slithered into a crudely fashioned g-string that did little to hide the inviting bulge of her sex. After convincing Ponkert it wasn't unusual for women to go about bare-breasted in her. We had talked a lot and one thing led to another and we were married about a year or two later. Things were always a bit rocky as Pam’s illness kept flaring up. There were two times Pam’s illness caused her to get very delusional and end up kicking me out of our apartment. Now this brings me to about three and a half years ago. Things were going great and Pam said she wanted a child. Things went fast and she got pregnant within two months. This was a very hard pregnancy due to Pam had to go.