Tomorrow I’ll talk to your father.” Rachel made light of the situation, modestly dismissing the praise and accolades from many of the people attending. She also talked to the firsthand witness who observed John’s legendary fight with three construction workers to protect Megan McCallister from their unwanted attention; the construction workers not knowing Megan’s tenacity for never backing down. Frustrated, with her failed attempts to win John over, Megan left the Gala before Rachel cleaned the carpet with the bumbling, browbeaten Batman. Rachael may have imbibed too many gin and tonics. John switched from Rye whiskey on the rocks to plain club soda for the rest of the evening as he was driving. He held her close when they danced. He told Rachael he loved her and Rachael told him the same, and they danced, and they danced, and they danced. She was pleased and charmed he was such a fine dancer, an Officer, and a gentleman. She was his Bunny and little Blowjobs Spartan, and these thoughts pleased her. When they returned home, Rachael’s hands were all over him. She tried to undress him as he was unlocking the back door saying, “I’m so damn horny, Johnny, I want you to make love to me.” “No, not tonight,” he replied, opening the door for voyeur her. “We had a great time at the Masquerade Gala, and you did a tremendous job of making it a huge success. I’m proud of the way you handled the Yoder boy, and we did win the honorary prize from the DJ for a cotton stuffed kick-ass couple. I have Hardcore our pictures to prove it. We’ve waited this long and tomorrow, or the day after is time enough to make love when you have a clearer head.” “But I’m ready to fuck you now! Don’t you want me, Johnny?” she asked, incredulous and very frustrated he was turning her down. “I want you very much, Bunny” he answered honestly, starting to waiver, and surprised to hear profanity coming out of her mouth “but you’ve had a little too much to drink, and we’ll leave it at that.” “Well, so have you, so we’re even!” she exclaimed as she put her arms around his neck to kiss his lips, but first, she kicked the door shut with a bang. “I love you, Johnny, and not because I’m a little tipsy.” John kissed and hugged her and said, “I love you too, and I must be crazier than a blowjob kangaroo in a minefield to turn you down. I’m going to bed to sleep, and so should you,” and he took her arms from his neck and went upstairs to the bathroom to take a cold shower, second-guessing his decision to anal turn her down. Afterward, he found Rachel naked sprawled diagonally across their bed asleep. She didn’t protest as he shifted her and put her under the covers, or when he gently placed a pillow under her head. He was thinking, ‘The gin and tonic finally caught up with her.’ He gently pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. He then got into bed next to her and talked softly so as not to wake her, “Bunny, you have no idea how much I love you or how much I want you right now. I’m trying to do the right thing, and I love you so much. I started loving you the morning after you arrived. I looked out our bedroom window, and it was snowing. Ok, the way the relationship with Barbara was going he was hoping Sarah might become his stepdaughter soon, as he was giving serious thought to asking Barbara to marry him. “Daryl! I didn’t know what to do. Fucking hell, how was that possible? Really treasure your body because I’ve been without you for so long. “Thanks,” Mark said, as he scooped up the bill and stood up from the booth. I had to stretch my arm forward and lean over the pregnant slut to spank her while fucking her mouth. "YES MASTER", she responded with a grin, knowing full well she got off being treated like a slave. Yesterday, I had a hectic fucking schedule with 5 cocks and I was dead tired. He swallowed a little, feeling his heart hammering in his chest and a tingle of something more primal deep within. “Oh, it'll be fine,” I told her as we walked away from the Vault, my breasts jiggling before me. I put an arm around her shoulder. I quickly opened up my wife’s computer, typed in her ridiculously easy password, and began searching her files. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard...I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes Hardcore of the chemist at my waist...except this was more and more like another place...then he slowed and rested on me...waist to waist...cunt hair to cock hair. “Where is this... womb?” I inquired. Two of the blurs twanged against anal the side and back walls of the elevator. “See!” she asked, “I’m wet so what, what do you expect, you’ve been blowjob talking dirty haven’t voyeur you you fithy bastard, what do you expect?” she asked again and her Blowjobs fingers stole gently between her sweet pink pussy lips.