Even if Sam’s outward expression looked strained and tense as he came in her, inwardly he was grinning like a fool.  He’d never been a farmer or even been near a life hog but he felt like he totally understood the expression about them.  He truly was as happy as a pig in slop.  He was finally in love and most probably actually married to the only woman, besides his mother that loved him as much as he loved her.<br/><br/>Ordinarily his ears were a might ticklish but with Irene’s playful and loving nibbles they were erogenous zones.  Even as his wilted cock slipped out of her juicy hot pussy, she was working him back up toward needing to fuck her again.  He sighed as he listened to her tell him how she’d changed for him  . . . how she wanted him like no one else.  He shifted some underneath her as their juices dribbled out of her and over hin and then down between his legs.  It might be perverse, he thought, but he wanted them on him and not so much on the bed.  He wanted them rubbed into his skin.  He wanted to taste them, to taste her . . . HIS lovely bride.<br/><br/>“Mmm . . . good  mornin’ Darlin’. God you’re beautiful in the morning Irene . . . you really are.  God I love you.”<br/><br/>He stretched his neck and lifted his head up off the pillow and kissed her tenderly but with incredible depth that surprised and pleased him.  Unbelievably his body was stirring again and he wanted her . . . quite greedily.  His hand slipped down over her back and slipped down between her parted ass cheeks.  He found her perfect dark pucker and lazily drew circles around its crinkled dark edge.  He liked how it fluttered and her body seemed to tremble at his touch there.  His hand moved down just a little further and found his prize.  Her pussy was warm and wet and her folds were still thick and full from their fucking.<br/><br/>“Do you have any idea Irene about how beautiful you are down there?  Without your hair?  God Darlin’ you are so smooth and lovely.  I love looking at your pussy . . . it’s quite beautiful baby.  You are going to show me that string trick . . . right?”  Sam groaned as he caressed her slippery folds and her hard bud.  “But now . . . I just want to bury my face in your pussy and taste and smell you . . . and us.  Have I mentioned how much I love you . . . want you . . . need you?  Oh honey you make me so happy.  I feel so whole with you . . . ”<br/><br/>His two fingers easily slipped inside her.  Slowly he moved them in and out of her as his mouth found hers and his tongue mimicked his fingers as it played in and out of her mouth.<br/><br/>“Roll over onto your back baby . . . it’s my turn to say good mornin’ . . . oh god Irene . . . I want you so badly.”