He pressed the head of his cock, still wet and slippery from his wife's juices and his cum, right up to my slit and I watched his cock's head separate... my labia as it slid between them on it's way inside me.It was big, at least it felt big. But it did go in, then he began the ages-old cycling back and forth, pulling it almost out, then pushing back in. Oh, it was feeling good and getting better. Sheila reached over and took my hand and held it while Owen made love to me.I had seen my cousin lift. Suddenly her phone rang. “Shit! That’s probably Brendan. I’d better get it or he’ll think something’s wrong.” All her words were said breathlessly as she continued to ride me. Suddenly she rolled off me and went to the car. She pulled out her phone and answered it. It was the first time she’d seemed self conscious about being naked. “Hey. How’s it going?” She asked. I reached out and took her hand, pulling her back to her ground with me. As she talked to Brendan I kissed her mouth. She. Then he replaced the floor board and pushed the tub back in place.She looked at him expectantly when he joined her at the table, holding something wrapped in clean linen."You are now my wife, Ingeburg. Before we go to Mass tomorrow, I want you to have this. My mother wore it, my father's mother, and my grandfather's mother before her. I hope that if we'll have a son, his wife will wear it too. Take good care of this. My mother would have rather sold her body than part with this."Ingeburg opened. He was groaning and moaning and the sound of slapping prick flesh grew louder and louder. I remembered fondly my teenage days of jerking off over every cunt I met who had big tits and a cute face. Didn't matter if I had a steady fuck or not. I could cum four times a day in those days, and did most days. I was fucking one girl and jerking off over dreams of another. Ah youth. ??? ? ?He never even saw me, he was so intent on beating that thick fucker of his. He does have a thick one, I have to.