Sam’s eyes brightened when Irene came for him.  Her mouth was doing wonderful things to his cock.  He could not recall a woman as adept at fucking him with her mouth as Irene was.  He didn’t really care how she’d learned it because her past was past just like his own.  He loved her and she loved him and that was all that was relevant.   He chuckled as her nectar flowed out of her luscious sex.<br/><br/>He was himself quite close to making his own sticky mess as Irene sucked and licked his cock to incredible sensitivity.  He felt like writhing . . . squirming . . . because she was getting him so far past fully aroused that he felt like he might pass out from the pleasure of it.  He tried to remain still as she literally fucked him with her mouth.  It was the most exquisite oral sex he’d ever been gifted.  Holding his body in check he soon discovered only seemed to intensify the wonderful sensations that her hands and mouth were delivering . . . plus he was in her mouth and he didn’t want to cause himself an injury by moving recklessly.<br/><br/>“Oh my god . . . you share fucking wonderfully Misses Markham . . . holy Christ . . . oh baby I’m there . . . oh god yessss . . . ”<br/><br/>Despite his every intention, Sam’s body was contorted with the release she took him too.  His muscles were all suddenly tight and then released in spastically wild movements as his hip drove his cock back against her throat.  He withdrew as best he could at least enough that she seemed like she could breathe.  His cock felt huge in her mouth as he sent his cum squirting into her oral cavity.  He looked and grinned sheepishly as he saw his cum oozing out of her mouth around his swollen cock.   He sighed as he tried to regain control of his breathing and his body.<br/><br/>Sam felt totally done in . . . exhausted.  He let himself fall back onto her bed as he gasped for air.  The room was perfumed with the scents of their orgasmic releases.  Irene’s was close at hand and he rolled over her and hung his head between her legs.  With his fingers, Sam parted her plump outer pussy lips and sucked on and teased her finer inner ones with his lips and tongue.  In quick order he had sucked and licked up every bit of her cum . . . even the smallest droplet.<br/><br/>“Oh my Darlin girl . . . we’ll be fine until we know about things down here . . . if you don’t kill me with my own orgasms. When are you due Irene?’<br/><br/>He sat up and with what seemed like an extraordinary effort shifted his body’s position along side her from one end to the other.  He was so done in that when he had his head up near hers he nearly collapsed onto the bed.  After gathering himself, Sam rolled partly over her with his right arm and leg and kissed her.  Then he propped himself so he could look at her.<br/><br/>“You are one beautiful woman Irene Markham . . . and a very lovely bride on her wedding night, if we are in fact married.  Either way Irene, I’m pleased and proud to be your husband Darlin’ . . . lord knows that I truly am.”<br/><br/>He kissed her throat, the swell of her breasts and then returned to her mouth.  He liked tasting then in the kisses.<br/><br/>Even if this isn’t really our wedding night . . . we should celebrate . . . I don’t remember seeing any place in town that looked any better than the food here.  Shall we have our own little feast? We could scare up some candles from Wong . . . I’d get them. Then before bed we might have a feast of another sort and that long needed bath?  What do ya’ say Darlin’? ”<br/><br/>