I quite like her as you know and I wish her all the best, but she’s not you.”“I like her a lot. She’s opened my eyes to quite a number of issu...es and she’s loyal to a fault. Enough of Florence though. It’s our wedding night. Shall we dry off and go up to our room?”That was indeed a sensible suggestion Thomas found. Drying off each other was delightful in its own way and climbing the stairs behind a Mirabel who was wearing only a sheer dressing gown did little to lessen his arousal.Inside their. Becky waved back and just laughed.We continued our leisurely drift down the great river, mostly in silence. An advantage of being in a state sanctuary was that it was also a safe place for wildlife. Without man around to destroy their habitat, they felt safe in there. An advantage of traveling by canoe is the silence. We saw a lot of deer. We even saw a black bear and her cubs. That was rare enough, but just before we stopped for the night we caught a glimpse of a gray wolf in the shadows.Tom. But sitting on the couch, only reminded me of what I hear last night...I kept imagining the sounds I heard and even visualizing them fucking, and it was kinda turning me on. Also probably the fact that I haven't had sex in over 6 months.The emails changed into a porn site, scrolling through videos finding a right one to watch with one hand on the mouse the other on my growing hardness. I found a video I really liked of a threesome, and was jerking myself off to it. The video was getting. I punch my fist brutally hard into her bloated, sand filled stomach to make room for more. Her suffocated semi-c0nsc1ous, half-dead naked body is rocking, twitching; her sand-filled, ripped throat gagging, gulping in utter despair to swallow the sand and giant dildo deeper down to free her windpipe, of course with no success. I can feel her life leaving her convulsing body, her erratic heartbeat jerky then dying. I do not stop punching her stomach with my fist, ramming the dildo deep down her.