She couldn’t wait for her honeymoon. She was getting the man of her dreams, quite literally, and there would be something new and exciting on their ...first night as a married couple.There was another thing she’d been wanting for years, and she hoped that would be started on her honeymoon too.She planned the wedding for the middle of her cycle.The wedding was a celebration on a number of levels. The groom, in his tuxedo, looked tall, strong and confident. People were used to seeing him like that.. Well, that next weekend I had her out of her clothes and posing with open-leg shots, including a few of her masturbating.She was a tiger in bed, sexually-hungry, just fucking me every chance we both had. And we had lots of chances. The biggest chances were a few times at school when the Principal was away and we used his office. What memories.There were others, the lady I met who was a secretary for a prof I had in college, she was fifty-three, then, and she also had me do some shots of her. ..”And General, I think I am beginning to learn some things that will be worth a lot more than my doctorate. And ... I will freely share those things with you if you will promise to never separate us and our friends here.” Her last few words were choked out as tears began to overflow her eyes.Morales was having a problem talking at that point, so he just held her tight.After spending the morning emptying the second case, arranging its contents on the freshly dug shelves, plus digging out more. I was confused, but I didn’t object as I looked her up and down. She stepped in the shower in front of me, saying nothing, and started washing herself. I wanted to fuck her right there but our parents could come in at any minute, which scared me to death, but apparently not her. She looked so good standing there with her ass poked out at me, taunting me, but I know she was trying to get me back for my little incident earlier, so I resisted, but barely. Then out of nowhere, she turned to face.