Meg and I talked every day on the phone and tried to outdo each other in our descriptions of the sex we were having. For example, on the third day of ...our honeymoon, I asked Meg if she was having any good sex lately. She laughed and said, “Hell yes! Last night we went to Bourbon Street and I collected a couple dozen bead necklaces for showing my boobs. I was hesitant at first, but then Rudy egged me on and once I pulled up my top and flashed someone, I got wet. I loved it, so I pulled my bra out. Now alone, me and Aiden were snuggled watching TV, me still wearing his over-sized football shirt from earlier. ‘Alone at last,’ said Aiden as I leaned back to where he was laid on the bed, resting my head on his strong chest. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. I gazed up at him and smiled, then leaned upwards to kiss him. His big brown eyes stared back into my icy blue ones, as he cupped my face with has hand and was about to kiss me back when, BANG! Thunder roared and lightning. Is it working?" "It's only my second day." "Well, Greg, it's really great to see you. Maybe we can have lunch together or something." Greg went back to his laptop and didn't acknowledge the invitation. The third day was a repeat of the first two. This time Marge was a little more aggressive. "I'm having lunch at JPeters at noon. I would love to see you there." Greg said, "Maybe. I'll see." But he did show up and even paid for both lunches. She thanked him and gave him a big hug. He backed away. "Noah is now all the way inside and is pulling back and forth just a little, just getting the feel of things, so to speak. And the feel is good, very, very good.His sister is very slippery inside, his cock just glides in and out and each time feels better than the last."Oh, this is so good. The best. How's it for you, 'Lexis?" Really, really good. I've never felt anything as good as this. When you go slow, it just feels so good. Oh, just like that. Mmm. Just do that."Noah, for a first-timer, is.