She would enjoy that and I wanted her to enjoy our relationship also. I could be selfish and make this all about me but I needed to think of Kelly and... to do that I needed to share her. It's not like I didn't get any benefit. Like she said I could make a whole lot of money!I talked to some of the guys at school during lunch."Michael," I said. "How would you like to fuck Kelly again?" I heard she was out of business because Logan doesn't have control of her any more." He doesn't but I still do.. "Very well, bitch," he said with his cock laying along by back. Feeling cold lube slid down my crack and along my hole, I could tell he was saturating his cock above me."Let's hear it bitch; you want this or what?" he said as the tip of his cock rubbed against my hole."Fuck I want it!" I screamed as my hole was teased. "Fuck my goddamn hole! Use me! Please!"Gripping my sides, he plowed his cock into me with strength and precision. Feeling his shaft flow through my gates as they expanded shot a. She said, "Bobbie, this is your wedding gift from Marie. There is a note from her inside. She prepared it for you a week before she died, knowing without asking that this is the way you and Tom would spend your honeymoon."Then she looked anxious and said, "Please open it and read her note as soon as you get to shore, but before Tom takes you in his arms. It's very important. Please?"Bobbie immediately agreed and strapped the pouch around her leg.In spite of honeymooning in the same way and at. “I love you.”When I woke, the sun had moved enough that I thought it was probably afternoon. I sat up, groggy, rubbing my eyes and blinking at the light. When I looked around, I noticed my husband reclining in a padded armchair near the window, his legs sprawled out in front of him, fast asleep. The table beside him held a tray of food, half-eaten, and an open book lay on his chest. I was disappointed he wouldn’t have come to bed if he was tired – he was still healing, I knew, even if he was.