”“Morgan, your question?”“Well it is not really a question. If it is only a few weeks, why don’t we hold off on the celebration and the swea...ring in ceremonies until those from An Clochán can be here?”“That is our preference. Whether we can do that or not depends on passenger ship availability.”“I didn’t see anyone else stand, so are there other questions?” After a few moments of no response she added, “It looks like we’ve answered all the questions for now. I don’t believe there are any other. It’s so good! She is so tight! It’s been an awfully long time but it’s what I remember a virgin feeling like. It’s so incredibly tight and I’m so hard. I can see her face in the mirror and she’s grimacing. And she’s trying to relax but it feels like she’s bearing down. So I just wait, holding still. Once again I reach around and start to lightly rub her nipples. I can see her face start to relax. “Pull it out.” She says. Oh no, is it over? I do as she says and she tells me “Put some more lube. “FUCK I can’t get in all the way!” He said angrily. He started pounding in and out of me, making me cry out. My pussy lubricated itself at the idea of him completely dominating me. But at the same time I was praying my husband James would walk in at any moment. Not that he could physically do anything. Jeremy over powered him in any match, he was way bigger than my husband. After a good few minutes of fucking me hard, he put his forearm down on my upper chest, restricting my airflow. I panicked. It had taken him the full day to get his mind around it, but he got his head right. Kind of like I’d had to do a number of times over his year, like the first time he had spread his cheeks and told me to lick his asshole. I'd needed a moment, but I came around. So, he apologized for his petulance, and accepted that my list was my list, and that he'd know what was on it when I was good and ready to say so. With six days left before my birthday things had settled down, and instead of talking.