	English Gentleman Meets Southern Belle (Part 3 of 3) "Show Me the Money"

"Honey, you look terrible," Misty said, "didn't you sleep well last night?"

Frank tried to mask the exhaustion that was so apparent.  "Yeah, I had the worst 
nightmare."

"Well we have about an hour until the trustee gets here.  Why don't you take 
your shower first and get some coffee."

"Thanks, dear, that sounds like a grand idea," Frank said, relieved that she 
didn't pursue his lack of sleep any further.

In the shower as he soaped himself off, Frank thought about what had occurred 
only a few hours before.  Looking down at his limp three-inch dick sticking out 
below the small pooch in his midsection, Frank couldn't help but think about 
Dane's huge 13-inch cock plunging in and out of his sister-in-law, Mary.  It 
wasn't just the length that was impressive, but the thickness.  Frank jerked his 
head away to try and shake his feelings of inferiority.

Misty let her nightgown drop to the floor as she waited for Frank to finish 
showering.  Viewing herself in the mirror she admired her large firm upturned 
breasts.  At 22 and working out 3 to 4 days a week she was in her prime 
physically.  Turning around, she looked over her shoulder at her perfectly 
shaped buttocks.  Tight, round, and small, she smiled knowing that her husband 
couldn't help but love her body.

Misty slipped into the shower, her husband's back to her.  Frank jumped as his 
wife wrapped her arms around him.  Closing his eyes he felt her full breasts 
press into his back.  "Mmmmmmmm...soooo nice." He muttered to himself.

Misty lowered her hands down to her husband's penis and started tugging on it.  
Grabbing the soap from her husband's hand she began rubbing the soap up and down 
his shaft and balls.  "Ohhhh yeah baby, that feels soooo good."

Sliding her breasts up and down Frank's back, she felt his penis go rock hard, 
sticking out his full five-inches.  Frank spread his legs slightly as his wife 
slid one hand under his anus rubbing the underside of his balls while tugging on 
his dick with her other hand.

"Ahhhhh...I'm cumming! Frank yelled, his dick spewing forth a stream of cum 
against the shower wall.  

"Noooooo, not yet!" Misty cried back disappointed.  "I wanted you to fuck me."  
Misty turned around and bent over sticking her ass up at her husband.  Pulling 
on his slowly shrinking penis she started rubbing it up and down her pussy and 
ass.  "Come on Frank, fuck me!  Fuck me!"

Frank reached around her body with one hand, rubbing and squeezing her dangling 
breasts while rubbing her soapy ass with the other.  Trying in vain to think of 
fucking his bride's tight cunt, Frank couldn't keep his dick hard.  Humping her 
ass up and down his drooping penis, Misty gave up on her husband and started 
rubbing her clit with her hand.

"Oh..oh...ohhhh...Ahhhhhhh!"  She screamed out jamming her finger up her tight 
twat as far as she could.  "Thanks for nothing," Misty said as she reached 
outside of the shower for a towel.  "We've only got 20 minutes, try not to be 
late!"

* * *													
Sitting around a heavy oak table in the late Uncle Feister's library, Frank 
tried not to make eye contact with anyone, certainly not Dane or Mary.  Misty 
had come down wearing a tight black sweater and matching black mini-skirt.  Both 
articles showed off her full breasts and shapely tanned legs.  

"Uhh hum..." a crisply dressed gentleman, Frank had not met, cleared his throat.  
"My name is Roger VanHorn," he began, "I am Mister Feister's attorney and will 
be conveying his wishes through the reading of his last will and testament."  

At first Frank perked up to listen, hoping that Misty would be the recipient of 
a small fortune.  However, after a few minutes of droning legal mumbo jumbo, he 
knew they were in for a long drawn out session.  

After what seemed like thirty or forty minutes, names began showing up 
associated with personal artifacts Uncle Feister had bequest.  

"...to my sister Millie, who I so adored, I leave my cat "Nip" and a years 
supply of cat food... to my cousin George, I leave..." blah blah blah.  It went 
for a while and then dollars began to flow.  Not a lot, mostly $5,000 here, 
$10,000 there and then bigger numbers like $100,000.  Then came the two sisters.  

"...To my lovely niece, Mary, I leave $500,000 and my house.  May she keep it 
from turning into the Playgirl mansion.  And finally, to my favorite niece, 
Misty, who always was around to help me maintain my youthfulness, I leave 
$2,500,000."

Everyone seemed to suck in a volumous amount of air at the same time and then 
all turned to look in Misty's direction.  Misty just smiled, eyes gleaming with 
ideas on how to spend the money.  Frank couldn't believe his ears and with a 
great deal of relief thought about how to earmark some of that money to pay off 
the debt Misty didn't know about.   

"Well, that's it," Roger announced, "you may all leave now."

Misty could hear the low muttering among all the relations as everyone stood up 
to file out.  They sure are jealous she thought, smiling inside.
"Umm...Miss Sterling," Roger said softly, "can you and your husband please stay 
afterwards for a few minutes?" he directed at Misty.

Frank and Misty sat back down and watched the others make there way out.

The attorney walked over to the door closing it behind the twenty-some odd 
relatives and turned the lock.  "The reason I asked you to stay," he began while 
peering intently at Misty, "was that there is an addendum to the will that only 
pertains to you."

"Really?" Misty asked, interested in what else she could possible receive from 
her dead Uncle.  Frank was already sky high with their instant millionaire 
status and couldn't believe there could possibly be more.

"What else is there?" Misty asked.

"It's not really what else you get, as it is the stipulations that are on the 
$2,5000,000 you may receive."

"What do you mean may?" Frank butt in.

Misty glared at him, as if to say, 'shut up, this is my show.'

"Well," the attorney began again, "your Uncle put some requirements on your 
receiving this large sum of money.  If everything is followed according to his 
wishes then as the trustee for his estate, I will write you the check."

"Uncle Feister always was a little quirky," Misty said "I only met him once, at 
our wedding, and I knew right off the bat he was weird." Frank said.

Misty ignored him. "What did he want me to do?"

"According to his will, you are to be the main character in a full-length 
feature movie." 

"A movie?  I'm not an actress," Misty laughed.

"Yeah," Frank said, "and just where does the script, director, other actors and 
so on appear from?"

"Oh, it's all quite clear," Roger replied, "the director is Joseph Darkman, he 
has the script in hand and all the actors on standby.  It's really all up to 
you."

"Joseph Darkman...Darkman," Frank repeated, "why is that name familiar to me?"

"Probably because he's the known as the best in his field," Roger laughed.

"And what field is that?" Misty asked
"Why the adult entertainment industry of course...you know XXX movies," Roger 
said matter of factly, while trying to control a grin.

* * *
Back in their room, the conversation continued.  Misty and Frank said they would 
have to get back with him.

"Absolutely not," Misty hissed, "there is no way I'm going to be in a porno 
flick.

"I agree dear, I mean what kind of dirty old man was he?"

"Well, he certainly never tried anything with me, if that's what you mean."

"Wow!"  Frank said.

"What?"

"I was just thinking," Frank continued, "that was the quickest two and a half 
million dollars we ever got and lost in just a few short hours."

"Wait until I tell Mary," Misty said, "she won't believe it."

"Oh, I don't know about that, she'd probably want to take your place," Frank 
said sarcastically.  "It would have been nice to pay off the bills though."

As soon as he said it, he knew it was all over.

"What bills?"  Misty asked.

"Uhh, nothing, you know, just the usual stuff," Frank failed to bluff.

"Francis Sterling, you better come clean right here and now and I mean it... 
with everything."

"Dear, you know how I play the market with our personal account, in between 
managing other people's accounts.  Well, the market took a tumble last month and 
I had our account margined quite a bit and well... we have a little outstanding 
debt."

"What's a little?" Misty asked, not letting him off the hook.

"I didn't have enough money in our account to cover the call, so I had to take 
out a second mortgage on the house."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing Francis.  You did all this without me knowing 
about it.  How much is it?"  Her voice continued to rise.

"A little over $100,000," Frank said sheepishly.

"Whhaaattt!" Misty's eyes bore into Frank.

"Listen dear, I can explain.  I was going to tell you, but I didn't want to 
worry you.  I was planning to make it all up on some better stock picks this 
quarter."

Misty's chest was heaving up and down as she glared at her husband.  She held up 
her hand. "Stop, I don't want to hear another word.  You've just made up my 
mind."

"About what?" Frank asked.

"The two and a half million dollars.   Since my husband can't provide for us and 
seems to want to bet our future in the stock market, I guess the little house 
wife is going to have to pick up the slack."

"You can't be serious?"  Frank said in disbelief.

"Oh, I'm very serious Francis," she said with great determination, "and you are 
going to be there to support me every step of the way.  Now if you don't mind, 
I'm going downstairs to see if Roger is still around!"

The door slamming behind her confirmed to Frank the reality of the situation.

* * *							

"So, that's all there is to it?" Misty questioned.

"That's it," Roger said, "you just show up tomorrow at this address," he handed 
her a card, "and Joseph Darkman will give you all the details."  

"How long should it take?"  Misty asked.

"Oh, probably ten days, two weeks tops."

"I'll be there then...ten a.m. sharp." Misty said

					* * *							

Those are some fine tits, Joseph Darkman thought as he eyed the short blond-
haired beauty up and down.  The husband looks like a total wimp though.  Maybe 
I'll have him play a part in the film as well.

"When do we start Mister Darkman?" Misty asked somewhat naively as she looked 
around the set.

"Please, call me Joe.  We'll do a few preliminaries today and then start the 
major action tomorrow." He said.

"Great.  By the way, this is my husband, Francis; he'll be with me most of the 
time.  Depending upon how long the shooting goes he may have to go back to the 
office for a few days and then come back."

Joseph  "Joe "Darkman looked like his last name not his first.  With a name like 
Joseph, Frank thought he might be Jewish.  That was about as far from the truth 
as you could get.  Joe was about 6'-3" muscular and black as the ace of spades.  
Very articulate, you were drawn to his brilliant white teeth.  

"Now let me get this straight, you were both married about six months ago and 
Misty, you were a virgin before the wedding?"

"That's right," Misty replied, her face flushed and ears burning red.  

"So that would mean you're not very experienced sexually?" he asked.

"That's right, I mean, we have sex maybe 2 or 3 times a week, so that would mean 
I've had sex almost fifty times now."

"It's a good thing I caught this before the rest of the cast showed up," Joe 
said, "I don't want you to be embarrassed tomorrow."

"Wh..What do you mean?"

"Well...I can go through a few things with you today to make sure you know what 
to do tomorrow.  Now why don't we start with you taking off your dress."

"Now hold on a second," Frank said, "there's nothing in the will about this.  It 
just says she has to do the movie."

"Shut up Francis," Misty spat, "You're the one responsible for this and I'm not 
going to look like an idiot in front of everyone tomorrow.  Now be a good boy 
and unzip my dress."

Frank's feelings shifted between humiliation, anger, and dejection.  Here he was 
with a black man they had just met a few moments ago and he was helping his wife 
strip in front of him.

Misty stepped out of her dress and thrust out her perfectly shaped 34Ds, covered 
in the lacy black bra and matching high cut cotton panties.  Oh this is going to 
be good, Joe thought.  Let's see how far I can push it.

"Hey Francis, can you please unhook your wife's bra for me?"
Frank couldn't believe he was actually doing this.  Some uppity nigger porno 
director was calling the shots and he was mindlessly obeying him.  He unhooked 
the clasp and lifted his young wife's bra off to reveal the firm globes that 
really didn't need the support. Frank noticed her nipples were more erect than 
he had ever seen them.

"You can take a seat Francis and watch the show.  Misty, have you ever seen a 
black cock before?"

"Uhh, no, actually Frank's penis is the only one I've ever had or seen." The 
young wife said feeling rather embarrassed and inexperienced.

"Well, Misty, I don't want to scare you, but how big is your husband's 
co...uh...penis?"

"It starts off around this size," she said, while holding her thumb and finger 
about three inches apart, "and then it grows real big... probably 5 inches, 
maybe 6 inches long." She said eagerly.

Frank was glad she had said six, when he knew he was only five inches long fully 
erect.  But he knew what was coming.  He had showered with other men and seen 
one of his parent's servants back in England, naked once.

"Misty, a penis may be 5 inches long, but a cock is much larger.  My cock is 
twice that size and I'm sure quite a bit thicker.  

"That's funny, Joe, my husband told me all men were the same size."

"He did, did he?  Has he ever lied to you about anything else?"

"As a matter of fact he has,"she said glaring Frank over her shoulder..

"Then why don't you come over here, unzip my pants and see for yourself."

Misty walked over to the large muscular man, here eyes staring into his chest as 
she put her smallish hands up to his pants and tugged at the zipper.  She 
couldn't believe she was actually going through with this.  Only 6 months ago 
she had been excited to finally be losing her virginity and now she was tugging 
at the zipper of another man...and in front of her husband for that matter.

Misty unbuttoned the button on his pants and drew the zipper all the way down.  
To her it looked as if Joe had stuffed a banana in his pants.  This has got to 
be some sort of joke, she thought.

"Go ahead, pull it out." Joe smiled at her.

She wrapped her fingers around the banana and squeezed.  It was real!  Misty 
grabbed his waistband and tugged it down.  The big black cock that stood at rock 
hard attention shocked both her and Frank.

"Ohh my!" she gasped.

"The first thing you're going to have to do in the film," he said, "is give one 
of the actors a blow job.  Have you ever done that before?"

"You mean put a penis in my mouth?"

"Call it a cock," Joe said, "and I mean, suck it, lick it, take it down your 
throat and jack it off until it cums in you and on you."

"Uhhh..." her mind was reeling from the dirty words and actions he was 
describing, "No, I haven't done all that before."

"That's why we're going through a dress rehearsal," he said, "now start sucking 
my cock!"

Misty gently grasped his thick cock, noticing for the first time the huge black 
balls dangling down between his legs.  She reached out to feel how big they were 
and then squeeze them in your dainty hands.  "That's right, now wrap those full 
lips of yours around the head of my cock and take in as much of my shaft as you 
can."

Misty loved the instruction.  This was a real main, who was experienced and 
showing her what to do.  Her husband had done nothing but leave her hanging 
sexually while getting them both in a huge amount of debt.

She managed to get his huge tan head in her mouth, but after only a couple 
inches of his shaft it was as full as it had ever been.  

"Mmmmm, I can see you've never had a cock before.  I bet you could get his whole 
dick and balls in your mouth with no problem.  That's okay, baby, just start 
lickin' and suckin' the best you can."

For some odd reason Misty desperately wanted to please this man.  Maybe it was 
because he was so cocky, or maybe it was because she wanted to get even with 
Frank.  Either way, she attacked Joe's cock with a vengeance - licking up and 
down his shaft, sucking on each of his huge balls, and then to the disgust of 
her husband, lifting up his huge sac and licking the underside.  "It's so big!" 
she said gleefully, throwing another dart in Frank's direction.

"Okay, enough of the foreplay," Joe said, "let's get down to business...open-
wide and say ahhhh, like you're at the dentist."

Misty obediently did as she was told, while Joe fed her inch after inch of his 
mamba snake.   She gagged as the fat head started probing the back of her 
throat.  Joe's way to encourage her was crush her firm breasts in the palms of 
his large hands and then start pinching and tugging on her sensitive nipples.

"Mmmmmfgghhh" Misty tried to utter as his cock bore down her throat and his 
pubic hairs pressed into her lips.

"That's it baby, just like a pro.  Now keep it loose while I pull back out."

Frank watched as the black man in the $1,000 suit continued the conquering of 
his wife's mouth.  His huge 10-inch cock driving in and out of her mouth at an 
alarming pace.  Finally, he started moaning and lurched forward almost knocking 
Misty on her back.  She gripped his ass firmly to steady herself, while her eyes 
grew saucer-like at the volume of liquid spurting down her throat and into her 
mouth.  Frank watched her pitiful attempt to swallow all of the black man's cum, 
as he pulled his cock out leaving a whole for the cum to follow and flow down 
her chin onto her exposed tits.

"That was unbelievable," Misty said, obviously impressed. "What time should I be 
back tomorrow."

"What do you mean tomorrow?  We've just begun the lessons."

"Who else do you have around today?" Misty asked. Certainly he couldn't get it 
up again so soon, she thought.

"I guess that confirms it," he laughed, "you haven't had a black man before.  
I've got three or four more of those cum shots left. Now take off the rest of 
your clothes and get that fine ass of yours over here."

The next two hours were something Frank wished he hadn't witnessed, because now 
it would be seared in his mind forever.  Joe Darkman had worked his wife up to a 
feverish pitch by licking her tiny pussy until it was leaking cum down her ass 
cheeks.  Frank had wanted to rush over and pull the man off as he grabbed his 
thick pole and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, ever so slightly 
pushing her cunt lips apart.  

His young bride had screamed like a bitch in heat, "Give me your big cock, fuck 
me pleeeease!"

The black man was only too happy to comply and slowly parted her practically 
virgin cunt.  "Oooohhh baby, your cunt is soooo tight, I'm half way in so from 
here on out it's all new territory!"  Her muscles clamped down tightly on the 
thick invader as it continued moving forward through her cunt tunnel and into 
her womb.  

"Aaaaahhhh, I feel so full.  Francis....it's unreal....oh gaaaaaaahhhhh I'm 
cummmming!!" she yelled her head flaying back and forth.
Joe held her tight, both of her tiny ass cheeks in each powerful hand, letting 
her get used to his thickness.  When she had finished cumming, he started 
pulling out.  

"No...No...please...don't pull it out!" she screamed frantically.

"Don't worry babe, I'm just getting' started!"

For the next twenty minutes, Frank watched as Joe pummeled his wife's tight 
pussy with his overgrown cock.  His eyes kept darting between his wife's face 
and her continual moaning and groaning to the black mans thick cock and large 
balls slapping against her ass.  Misty must have had three or four orgasms 
before Joe yelled out, "all right FLIP!"
And with that he pulled out of her grasping cunt and flipped Misty over onto all 
fours.

 Misty shifted awkwardly.  "What's the problem babe?  Don't tell me you've never 
done it doggie style?"  He laughed

"Well...uhh...actually we haven't.  But we've only been married six months." 
Misty said, feeling vulnerable with her little ass exposed to his view.

What a cute little ass, he thought, this project is going to be very fulfilling.

"Okay, sweetheart, what you want to do is lean your face down into the bed and 
arch your back so that tiny little butt of yours is sticking way up in the air."  
Misty did as she was told, but felt so dirty doing it.  "That's it...now spread 
your knees so I can see that blonde cunt of yours better....Mmmmmm...nice."

Francis watched as Joe reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit 
with one hand, while his other hand shifted between rubbing her ass and reaching 
around to cup one of her large tits.  Misty began moving her butt around trying 
to ride his teasing hand. 

"Ahhhh...that feels so good." She moaned.

Joe smiled, knowing that he had a newlywed undersexed time bomb on his hands.  
He slowly parted her pussy lips and slid his index finger in and out of her 
dripping cunt.

Frank's cock was raging to its full 5 inches in his pants and he unconsciously 
felt his hand move to rub himself.  The black man's finger looked like a 
dipstick going down into his wife's little cunt and coming back slick with her 
juices.

"Oooooh, I can't take it anymore, Joe, fuck me like a dog," she squealed.

Joe was ready to comply but wanted to work her begging for it even more in front 
of her wimpy husband.   He reached around her waist and began teasing her clit 
while rubbing the bulbous head of his cock up and down her dripping snatch.  
Every time she pushed back to try and get his dick in her, Joe would pull back 
or put his hand on her ass to keep block her actions.

"Stop teasing me!" she hissed, "shove that big cock of yours in me."

Joe looked over his shoulders at her pathetic husband rubbing his dick through 
his pants.  "Francis, make sure you're taking notes now.  This is how a real man 
fucks a lady.  Watch while I split your wife's tight cunt."

With that he grabbed Misty's slim hips and drove his ten-inch cock deep in her 
cunt.

"Ahhhhhhh....it's so deeeeeepp!" Misty yelled

Joe kneaded her ass flesh as he began the rhythmic fucking motion of pulling her 
towards him by her hips with shoving forward as deep as he could.  Francis sat 
helpless watching the blur of Joe's cock driving in and out of his wife's 
stretched cunt.  The only sounds were her grunts ever time the black man 
bottomed out in her cunt and his balls slapping loudly against the back of her 
legs.  'uhhh...whack....uhhh....whack...'

Frank lost track of Misty's orgasms.  He couldn't believe the stamina of this 
man.  He kept instructing her on how to move her ass in circles and shove back 
against him and how to alternate between having her head on the bed and up on 
all fours so that the camera angle could show off her big tits.  Finally, Frank 
watched the big black cock drive in hard one last time as he held his bride's 
hips tight against his stomach.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh" he roared, gritting his teeth.  

Frank looked quickly to his wife's face.  Her mouth was open, but no sound was 
coming out.

After about thirty seconds, Joe slowly pulled his dripping cum covered cock out 
of her cunt.  Frank looked at the sloppy mess.  Her cunt lips were peeled back, 
revealing a gaping whole with white cum, almost the color of Elmer's Glue, 
running out of her onto the bed. 

"Slap"

The sound of Joe whacking Misty in the ass brought them all out of a stupor.  
"Turn around," he demanded.

Misty turned around, still on her hands and knees.  "Clean my dick off with your 
mouth," he said.  

Misty hesitated, "I've never done that before," she said, "you were just in my 
pussy."
 
"There's a lot of things you haven't done before that you're going to do 
starting tomorrow.  You don't want to look stupid in front of everyone do you?"

"No, of course not."

"Then clean me up so we can call it a day."

Misty grabbed his semi-hard dick daintily between her finger and thumb and 
slowly opened her mouth.  'I can do this,' she thought, 'for two and a half 
million dollars I can do anything.'  She still had to close her eyes tightly as 
she licked the mixture of her juices and his sperm off the black pole.  Joe 
watched the tight white newlywed servicing him and thought about all the 
possibilities this week had to offer.

"Hey look," he yelled, when Misty was finishing up, "your pencil dick husband 
came in his pants.  Misty raised her head and looked over at Frank's guilty face 
and then down at his pants.  There was a wet stain right in the middle.  Misty 
rolled her eyes, "pathetic Francis," she muttered.

* * *

Back in their room, Misty and Frank, finally spoke to one another.  The trip in 
the car had been made in total silence.

"You're not going to go through with this, are you?" Frank finally said.

"Why are you jealous, Francis?"

"Jealous?  You mean of my wife of six months acting like a whore, fucking some 
black man like she never had sex in her life?" he yelled

Misty turned around to face him.  Tears forming in her eyes.  "Do you think I 
wanted to do this Francis?  I've always enjoyed sex with you and told you how 
you're the only one for me.  And now you're calling me a whore?  This is for 
$2,500,000 Francis.  If you hadn't got us in so much debt, I might feel like I 
could turn it down."

Frank melted at his wife's tears.  "Honey, I'm sorry...I just couldn't stand to 
watch you having sex with someone else.  Especially when you seemed to be 
enjoying it so much."

"Francis, I need to have your blessing on this.  I can't go through with it, if 
I know you're going to be calling me names and making me feel guilty.  I think I 
could do it and we could get the money, if I knew you were supporting me."  

Frank felt trapped.  On one hand he knew he was responsible for getting them in 
a large amount of debt and that $2,500,000 would pay that off and they could 
live high on the hog.  On the other hand, his wife was now exposed to the feel a 
dick twice his size and who knows what would go on over the course of the next 7 
- 10 days while they were filming the movie.  He hadn't even seen the script and 
what she'd have to do, but he had seen a few porn movies and he knew they could 
get messy.  Would their sex life ever be the same after this was all over?  
Finally, he reasoned that it was only ten days and what could possibly happen in 
this short time compared to "the death do us part," they had uttered only six 
months ago.

"All right, honey, I think you should go forward with the movie," he conceded.

Misty moved close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.  "and you 
promise not to hold it against me?  This is what you really want?"

"uhh...yes," he hesitated, "we don't have much choice."

"There could be some good that comes out of this besides the money," she smiled 
mischievously, "I could learn some things that will make our sex life better."

With that she lowered her hand and started rubbing his dick through his pants.  
Frank got an instant hard on as Misty lowered herself down to her knees so that 
she was face to face with Frank's zipper.  Opening is up she watched his thin, 
five-inch cock point straight out like a tent peg.  "It's soooo cute," she 
laughed.

Frank started to get red in the face.  Compared to Joe Darkman's cock his dick 
did compare to a little puppy.  Cute, certainly not intimidating.  She rubbed 
his little ball sac and licked up and down his dick.  "I'm learning things like 
this," she said, and then engulfed his whole dick in her mouth.  'this is a snap 
after Joe,' she thought.

It was over almost before it began, as Frank's senses went into overdrive and he 
shot his little wad of cum into her mouth.  He looked down at his wife pulling 
her mouth off his dick and licking her lips.  'Things might turn out just fine 
after all,' he thought.  

The couple, both na<ve in their assumptions, were in for ten days that would 
never be forgotten.

(Part 3 of 4) couldn't fit it into 3
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