Suddenly Sara took her other hand and wrapped it around the other three. As I forced myself down I couldn’t take. The looseness I had felt earlier, ...despite being filled, now gone. Realizing that no matter how much I wanted it that there were limits. Yet my anus expanded to new dimensions, stretching, stretching, as I bore down harder, unmindful of any consequences. My feet were coming off the floor, my entire weight supported on my reluctantly yielding ass. Mentally I was lost, I had to have. My arms reached around her, my hands moving down her back to her ass almost of their own volition. It was hardly a romantic hotel suite. It was Patrice and me, the two of us together yet all alone. It was the perfect setting. Our lips parted. I relaxed my grasp and took a step or two back. I regarded the beauty in my arms as my hands rested on her shapely hips. The water sluiced between her tits, flowed in a translucent sheet down her flat stomach, and gathered into a river as it left her body.. His big cock parted my lips and paused before the knob pushed in then it was all smooth sailing as he slid right in to the end of me in one long deep stroke.Now I must admit it was a bit uncomfortable being so big so I tried to relax and started pashing on with John while big boy stroked that thing inside my stretched pussy.It was getting better and better and pretty soon I could feel his pubic area hitting on my bum as he got deeper and deeper.I knew I wasn’t going to cum from his pounding but. When they got married, of course, Pastor Lamont was the officiator. He always sort of sneered at John, and took every opportunity to make John feel inferior.After the ceremony, the newlywed couple were called into the pastor's room."Lisa, I am glad you finally got married. Now you may have c***dren..." he told them."And you know exactly what that means!" he said forcefully.John was confused at the tone that Pastor Lamont was using with Lisa. And, he had no idea what he meant."Boy, it's time.