Josh must have fucked me three times before we fell asleep clinging together like two love-sick pythons. My wonderful husband screwed me once more and... ate me twice the next morning before we reluctantly got out of bed and went downstairs to have last night’s dinner for breakfast. We were in the middle of one last quickie on the living room couch when Marge brought the kids back around noon. (Close call!) Darling Jennifer, as usual, cooperated by sleeping through the night. Days later we were. Lifting my legs, I moved beneath him, grinding my clit against his cock. I felt my climax begin and pulled him hard into me as I came. It was wonderful to have Timmy back inside me.Slipping out of me, Timmy lay beside me still rather contrite at coming inside me. I reassured him that it wasn’t going to be a problem. I’d just need a quick trip to the clinic for a morning after pill. However, I’d better go on the pill, if I was to continue to fuck Timmy, which was definitely my intention.He. It was surreal, watching him enter the church and be ushered over to sit next to my grandmother, his estranged wife. I was seated one row up and listened with trepidation, half expecting a big ugly scene to unfold."Good morning Mary Catherine." John Francis."That was it. They had last spoken at the funerals for two of their grandsons seven or eight years previous to the wedding. When the wedding was over, my grandfather stood aside as my Uncle Donald led my grandmother away from the church.. “Look...”“No,” she said immediately. “You look. I’m grateful for the help, but I’m not up for an argument before I’m obliged to have a relaxed tone.” Well, that ended his chance before it started. One thing, though, had to be confirmed.“Very well, but do I have you for Saturday?”“After lunch on Saturday.” Why she was insistent on eating lunch at the dorm, he couldn’t figure. She still hadn’t tasted the meatloaf. When he picked her up after choir practice, she found him useful, if not.