Maybe get some of the first rounders back in." Oooh, Mike, eh. You prick. If your wife found out . . .??. . . Who cares. You're not gonna tell her. I ...get to do that." I'm pretty sure that's part of the payment I owe. Just sayin'." My glass returned, empty. God, I hate this place. The stupid maritime junk on the walls: the ocean's a thousand miles away, for Pete's sake. I had to send the waitress that looked like she had scurvy back for the water."So, your new abode. Changed hands five times. I continued, “Thank you for agreeing.“Now, if you want, you can add to your schedule. We are serving breakfast here Sunday morning at eight thirty. Then, it’s off to Sunday school and church. We’ll go to lunch, spruce up a little here, and return for our wedding.“You do get one thing for doing all that. You get to hang around Becky all day. After the ceremony, it will be up to you to get her to tolerate you any longer. Sandy and I will return here, hook up the camper, and leave on our. “Please fuck me NOW,” she said before grinning, “sir.” He grinned at her, pushing her lightly onto his bed. “A good girl deserves a reward. Are you a good girl Miss Andrews?” “You tell me sir.” He spread her legs and settled himself between them. His cocked rubbed lightly over her pussy lips. “You earned this.” He guided himself in and slammed into her all the way. She let out a pleasureful scream. He let out a soft moan, staying in her for a while to enjoy the warm sensation that surrounded. " Well if you don't do something pretty quick you're gonna be failing this module." But I can't! I just can't fail this term!"Her eyes dropped to her lap, and she started fiddling with her hands. She looked up at him again, blinking and moist-eyed.“Oh God” he thought, “she's gonna start crying, where are the fucking tissues.”He passed her the box of tissues and pulled his chair closer, so he was sat just in front of her, doing his best sympathetic face.A couple of tears ran down her sweet.