During this time she continued to come to my room. Not every night, but several times a week. It was always the same, she would stroke me as she playe... with herself until she climaxed. Then she would tease me for a long, long time. I got to the point where I could hold my climax for as long as it took. I reveled in the stroking and her closeness. I loved to feel her breasts pressed to me. I, of course, pretended to be asleep and she would stop stroking me if I began to move. It was her game and. And it did ... and it did ... and it did it ever. We discarded the sheet and blanket several hours later so we could sleep on dry sheets and blankets.Once I was convinced that Abby was completely exhausted AND I had done everything within my power to make her wedding as special as possible, she floored with a request.“I’ve not told you everything about my first wedding night, Mark. You remember that I told you about Daniel doing it twice before he fell asleep and started snoring? Well .... She couldn't quite reach it, so she stopped and slid over and rolled it up. She started off, again, and was nearing a place that they liked to go squirrel hunting in. It was thick brush, and had many oak and pecan trees growing there. In season, you could go there and get all the squirrels you wanted in a few minutes. Mom had taught them all how to dress, and cut them up, to cook. When the acorns and pecans were ripe, they would be nice and fat, and getting food laid in for the winter. Fried. Knock knock... Knock!!!Kevin.... It's me.... Emily.The door opened.Emily stood there as my cum was shooting repeatedly on my chest. Her eyes as big as saucers. Her mouth was gaping open.I grabbed for my sheet as fast as I could, covering myself as I was still cumming. "C.... C.... Can I talk to you???" Emily asked.I was so deep in twisted thought I could barely respond. "Yeah, I guess."Emily sat down on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the growing wet spot on the sheet. My cock was.