”Missus Madison asked, “How soon are you thinking?”Jam said, “About a month. It will take that long to organize everything including the royal... visit. The sooner we set a date, the more likely there won’t be a clash. Angela and Anna know that we have less control than they over availability since the King does control the availability of the church in Landers.”I added, “I’m sure that Angela’s biggest concern about her marriage is the faith issue. The church in Landers is protestant but faith. Each time more of those rock hard segments would sink inside, she frantically begged him for mercy, thrashing her head in denial. He was merciless, making her ride the length of his organ, her legs quaking with every entry, showing no signs of ever stopping from ravaging her tight cunt. Her stomach surged with the faint shape of his organ, his impossible size splitting through the soft meat of her passage, the swell moving a little higher from his punishment. She couldn't tell how deeply he. “Good,” she said, glancing at my bulge, “I like making it hard for you,” she added knowing I would enjoy her pun. “You do, do you?” I responded, my cock growing harder, forcing me to hold my book of poems in front of me to conceal what was happening. “You're bad,” I said. “I know. Are you going to punish me?” “Yes,” I said then bent down and whispered in her ear. “And then I'm going to fuck you for real.” “You think so, do you?” “I know so,” I said, just as the woman who was introducing me. He watched her fellating me, and nodded his approval through his physical strain. He was giving her all he had to bring this woman off.I watched every nuance of the dogging act from my vantage point, drawing further stimulation to my own sexual act. He nodded to me more positively than before, a sign I took that he not only approved, but also was about to cum. Seconds later, I heard him start to pant, grunt, and moan as his orgasm approached. He moaned at his moment of ecstasy. My own climax.