About all I could do was to hug him and tell him I loved him no matter what he was wearing. Our embrace gradually turned passionate, and I was almost ...relieved to make love rather than cope with all this unsuspected emotion. We both put our all into it, after all this was our honeymoon. With exquisite timing the phone rang as I was beginning to relax. It was the airline, they had finally located our suitcases and we could pick them up any time. In the afterglow of his confession and some of the. "A truck pulled up to our doors and the driver asked us if we had a forklift. When I said no, he groaned, "I've been driving all night to get this stuff here this morning. I don't know whether I have the energy to unload this by hand."He showed me the packing slip and it was the entire order that I had made.I made a decision and went to the office. I told the guy that I needed to use the big double unit next to my welding unit. He just nodded and said I would have to rent it for a minimum of. But brief though it may have been it was still several minutes before either of us could find either the breath or the energy to speak, and her first words described exactly how I felt. ‘We both needed that!’ she gasped. ‘That’s what I call a fuck! And I like it!’ I couldn’t help myself chuckling at her earthy sense of reality. ‘You certainly couldn’t call it making love, and though I don’t think I’d want it like that every time, right then it was just what I needed. You are fantastic Ros!’. “My God John, I’m so hot right now. You have my cuntweeping,” she told him in a husky, deep voice.He moved his hands to her breast and began alternatelyraking his nails over her nipples and then running hisfingers over the smooth skin of her soft globes. Thenlightly running his fingers up her neck and around tothe base of her skull and back.Returning with his fingers firmly locked on her nippleshe suddenly squeezed very hard making her cry out inpain. He held her that way.