There was no way he could figure it out this afternoon.He knew better than that, anyway. He was a man of literature, and as such, he knew of all that ...was written trying to understand love. And it lead him to the truth, a conclusion so simple, it found the existence of that literature laughable. Understanding love was laughable- because it was beyond man’s capacity for understanding. Nor was there a great need to understand it, if you knew it when you saw it.But some real questions popped into. ” I almost laughed. I know I smiled but he didn’t know why. I had to tell Tim to take it easy as he roughly worked at getting me out of my wedding gown. I didn’t want it damaged. As soon as he had me stripped, he was out of his clothes in seconds. He grabbed my knees and spread my legs and dove face first at my wet pussy. His open mouth pushed between my labia and he attacked my clit and fuck hole with his tongue. I was glad Frank had made me give him head rather than fucking me. How. I felt even more loved and then we switched to doggie style. He began ramming me very hard. So I started moaning very loudly. “Fuck me, that's good. Ram me harder than you ever did before you proposed. I want you to fuck me very hard. Fuck your sister really fucking hard,” I said. So he did as he started spanking me hard as well. “Ow, I thought I said to be nice,” I said. “Sorry sis. I'm just in the heat of the moment. But you didn't say anything about your butt,” Jeff replied. “Just be nice to. Mira stood up, shaking. How could she do this? Her motel room was on the main floor and it opened to the outside. What if a maintenance person came by while she was waiting? Worst yet, what if a family came by? What if a child saw her sitting naked, completely vulnerable, on the bed? Her heart raced with fear. What if a fellow motel guest saw her and decided to take advantage of her? Would Sir save her? Or would he come in and enjoy the show? She wasn?t sure. There was one.