“Good answer, boy.”The wedding was small and emotional; small because neither one of us had much in the line of family. Emotional because we had w...ritten our own vows and well let’s just say, there was not a dry eye in the house by the time the Preacher said that I could kiss my bride.Janet had gotten a job as a shipping clerk for the local warehouse of one of those big “on line catalog stores” when she got out of High School and they were now paying a bit towards her getting an Associate’s. Thank you for this beautiful cock." Then lifting her hips, she began to move up and down his shaft. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be savoring its length as it moved inside her. David's hands ran up and down her back and mauled her ass. He moaned as I knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around the base of his glistening cock. The sounds of my normally quiet wife, filled the room. "Uhh... uhhh... fuck... fuck... uhh... fuck me, David." Her juices flowed over my hands as I played. I had enough military atmosphere during the day and I appreciated seeing civilians.The regular clerk at the motel was a true sweetheart. When I came with all my clothes and other things, and extended my stay to three months, rather than the usual two-three nights, she gave me the best room that had a sort-of decent closet, and a good fan. Even before that I knew the other night clerk as well, a middle aged woman named Emilija who would often flirt with me, but Darja was the person I saw there. I loved it. My breasts heaved as the moans and gasps echoed through the living room. The reverend’s wife moaned. Her face twisted with delight. Then she bucked on the couch. Climactic pleasure crossed her face.Pure rapture.“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her back arching. “Oh, my god, that’s so good. That’s amazing. That’s the bliss I crave. Oh, oh, I love it! Drink my juices, honey. Drink all of your mommy’s juices.”“Yes, Mommy!” the girl gasped, her pussy clenching around me. I groaned as I.