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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 33 of ??
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"I don't know," Kristanna said to Devon, as my pair of
sweet, loving wives lounged together at the indoor pool
here in the mansion. The weather was frightful outside (a
driving rainstorm with strong, gusting winds), so everyone
had been reduced to staying inside today. "I was just so
in love with him and he cheated on me. I don't know..."
"Let me get this straight," Devon mused, relaxing in the
chair alongside Kristanna underneath the glassed-in portion
of the roof. "This Valdemar guy from Norway cheated on you?"
Devon laughed and added, "How could anyone cheat on you?"
"He did," Kristanna nodded. "He cheated. But I had the
best revenge on him. I heard rumors that his new girlfriend
was also into other girls. So one day I cornered her, and I
seduced her. Her name was Helena. She was HOT!"
"I guess Valdemar caught wind of this?"
"Oh yeah," Kristanna grinned. "OH YEAH. I stole his own
girlfriend away from him! Helena and I dated for like three
months. She liked me much more than Valdemar. But stealing
her, I guess, was the beginning of the evil Kristanna."
"Tell me all about the evil Kristanna," Devon snickered.
"Well... I'm a really sweet and fun-loving sort of girl,"
the Norwegian said. "You know that, Devvy. I'm so laid-back
and easy-going, but I also have a gnarly side. If somebody
messes with me, then I can get really mean. I can be really,
really nasty. I think it's the Italian in me."
"Italian in you?" Devon asked, curious.
"My great grandmother was Italian," Kristanna answered.
"Some of her genes were passed onto me, I guess."
Devon giggled and surmised, "Well... I sure hope that I
never have to encounter the evil Kristanna."
"You saw a glimpse of E-K when you were spending most of
your time with Lindsay, and ignoring me," she told Devon,
holding up her arm cast for reference at the same time. "But
only a glimpse. A small glimpse of the dark side."
"I never ignored you," Devon countered, frowning.
Kristanna changed the subject (albeit slightly) by asking,
"Did anyone ever cheat on you like that?"
"Tim did," Devon responded, pouting. "He was a guy I knew
in high school - the same as you and Valdemar. But Tim was
the one responsible for the most wild experience of my life.
Well... the most wild up until that gang-bang with those guys
that Jeremy orchestrated for us last year. I never dreamed
of being gang-banged by a band of total strangers before."
"What did you and Tim do that was so wild?"
Having heard this story a couple of times in the past, I
reclined back in my chair within the voyeur room and smiled.
I loved hearing about the one time in high school when Devon
lost all of her inhibitions and really set herself loose. I
also loved to eavesdrop, obviously, on my two brides...
"Tim was the quarterback of the football team," she began.
"I was the captain of the cheerleading squad."
"A likely story..." Kristanna grinned. "Please go on."
"During one game, Tim was tackled and hurt really bad by
a blitzing linebacker. They had to take him out of the game
and put in a replacement at quarterback. Because he was my
boyfriend, I decided to go over and check on him. He was in
a lot of pain, but said there was a way for me to make him
feel much better. I told him I'd do anything to help him.
He took my hand and guided me underneath the bleachers."
"I got right down on my knees and started giving Tim a
blowjob, which definitely made him feel a lot better. But
things escalated from there and soon, Tim had me in the
doggie-style position. It was so OUTRAGEOUS. There was a
game going on right in front of me as my quarterback stud of
a boyfriend FUCKED me from behind. It was so intense..."
"You had sex underneath the bleachers with hundreds of
fans and students directly above you?" Kristanna huffed.
"Yes, but no one saw us," Devon grinned. "My parents
would have freaked out even more on me if they knew about
that. I am 25 now, but I'd probably STILL be grounded."
Devon giggled at her own words. "I don't doubt that."
"But Tim cheated on you?" Kristanna confirmed.
"Yeppers," Devon nodded. "I guess it turned out okay,
though. I was mad at first, but the girl he cheated on me
with... her name was Lindsay. Lindsay and Tim wound up
getting married. She was a lot sweeter than our Lindsay.
She was also a lot more sincere and honest about herself.
Last I heard, they are very happy and still together."
Kristanna made a face and shivered theatrically. "Ewwwww,
Lindsay. I hate thinking about that girl. I hate her name."
"If Jeremy and I have a daughter," Devon laughed, patting
her stomach, "we will name her Lindsay. Just for you!"
"You better not!" Kristanna exclaimed, albeit playfully.
She settled down and quietly added, "I already know what you
are going to name your child if it is a girl - Ariel Janae.
Jeremy told me that is what you want. A boy, Dylan Thomas."
"We have been married for months but you never told me
what your middle name is," Devon commented. "What is it?
Mine is Michelle. It never came up in conversation until
now." She giggled and continued, "I didn't even know what
your last name was until we were already engaged!"
"Ours a strange relationship," Kristanna murmured. "But
to answer your question, my middle name is Sigrun."
Devon laughed while Kristanna glared at her with narrow
eyes. "Oh, I shouldn't do this!" Devon snorted. "I should
not laugh at you or your people. I know names are different
all over the world. But... Sigrun? SIGRUN?"
"Call me Siggy for short," Kristanna joked.
"I guess when we move to Norway, people there will think
our names - Jeremy and Devon - are strange."
"I don't know if we'll move to Norway," Kristanna offered.
"What do you mean?"
"I was talking to my momma on the telephone earlier," the
Norwegian said. "Her and dad know all about you and Jeremy,
Devvy, and I told them about Amy in the past, too. Well,
you know that... we did go on vacation there last year. But
momma says that she and dad are looking to retire. They are
both in their 60's now. I was just kicking around ideas
with her, but I suggested that they retire to some place
like Malta or the Bahamas. An island paradise... you know?"
"But we're only moving to Norway so you could be close to
your mother and father, and your older sister," Devon said.
"I really don't think that you or Jeremy would like it in
Norway," Kristanna countered, reaching out and grasping her
wife's right hand with her left. "There are no sparkling
beaches in Norway and the weather is freezing-cold in the
winter. Neither of you know the language at all, nor do you
even like our traditional food. You would be unhappy."
"But..."
"No," Kristanna cut her off. "My real reason for wanting
to go back to Norway was so I could be close to my family.
But if my family relocates to a place such as the Bahamas,
or the island of Malta... perhaps that is where we could
settle down, too. We can't live in the United States because
our open-ended marriage is illegal there. And neither you or
Jeremy want to stay on this island because you want your
future children to grow up normal, with others to play with.
And... both of you want ME close to MY family."
"It's a good idea, really," Kristanna continued. "If I
can convince my parents to give up their farm and come live
with us on some tropical island - everyone would be happy.
You and Jeremy would have your island fix, Devvy. Me too.
The beach could be our backyard. You could send your kids
to school and have them grow up without being shut in and
completely sheltered. And my family - my parents, at least -
could be a five or ten minute drive away for me. My sister
is staying in Norway. She has three children of her own. I
could never convince her to leave."
"I would love to live on an island like Malta or the
Bahamas, but I also want you to be happy, Krissy," Devon
offered. "I am fully prepared to move to Norway. We could
learn the language. You learned English, right? People
always say English is the hardest language to learn in the
world. Jeremy and I could learn Norwegian."
"I am happy as long as I am with you and Jeremy," the
23-year-old countered. "What have I always said, Devvy? I
will move to Afghanistan with you and Jeremy if you want me
to. Iraq. Cuba. Antarctica. It doesn't matter. As long
as we're together, that is. But as I said, I don't think
that you or Jeremy would like living in Norway."
"You need to live on a beautiful island. I know both of
you LOVE it here. So do I. You want the beach, the sun...
you want a place like Devon Falls to be a short walk away.
It would make me happy for you and Jeremy to spend the rest
of your lives someplace like this. It's not in Norway."
Devon appeared somewhat flustered. She wasn't the only
one, either. Inside the voyeur room, I felt touched that
Kristanna would go to such great lengths to make us happy.
I fully believe she would sacrifice anything for us...
"What did your mom think about retiring to an island like
the Bahamas or Malta?" Devon asked. "Or a similar island?
Jeremy has always liked Anguilla, I know."
"She is for the idea," Kristanna answered. "Momma just
has to talk dad into it. But she thinks she can. I mean...
who doesn't dream about retiring to some tropical island?"
"I am sure Jeremy would help your parents out if the
houses wherever we choose to live are too expensive."
Kristanna giggled and shook her head in response. "My
parents don't need help when it comes to money. Our farm is
one of the most successful and profitable that Norway has to
offer. They are very well off financially." She paused and
added, "If I thought you and Jeremy would be happy in Norway,
I would not have suggested to momma that she and dad retire
to an island with us. I just want you two to be happy. But
I also want my parents to be close to me. I think my idea is
the best for all three of us. We'd all be happy."
"Oh Krissy," Devon moaned, sliding out of the lounge chair
and then embracing her wife with both arms while perched upon
her knees. "I want you to be happy, too. I know how much
your family means to you, baby. My sweet, sweet angel..."
Devon kissed Kristanna on the cheek and added, "If your
parents can agree on an island with us, then yes... that
would be the best case scenario. But if they don't - and
decide to stay in Norway - I am sure that I speak for Jeremy
in saying that we will STILL move to Norway. You being with
your family is more important to us than laying on the beach
and working on our sun-tans. Believe me about that, baby."
I smiled as Devon then took a seat on Kristanna's lap,
who wrapped both arms around the shapely blonde from the side
and gently held her face upon her shoulder.
Next, Kristanna rubbed Devon's back and even kissed her on
the forehead. "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide
world! I'm married to the best man and best woman there is!"
"No... I am," Devon grinned, correcting her. "YOU are
the best woman, Krissy. Not me. I am the luckiest girl."
My heart then fluttered as Devon and Kristanna shared a
loving embrace, followed by a series of tender kisses. One
thing was definitely not up for debate here, though...
_I_ was the luckiest MAN in the whole, wide world.
* * *
Where do I even begin to describe what I saw in front of
me? Let me say that mere words will not do this any justice.
Following the heartfelt discussion between my two wives,
our lively and enthusiastic housekeeper here on the island -
Britney - knocked on the door of my personal suite wearing
what best could be described as a trench coat. It may have
been raining outside, but it was still quite a warm day here
in the tropics. So, I immediately wondered if Britney was
still feeling the after-effects of the flu which kept her
in bed for five days straight. After all, why else would
the 21-year-old wear a trench coat in 85-degree weather? I
was accustomed to seeing her in shorts and tank-tops.
But when the coat, which flowed all the way down to her
ankles, was swept off, I literally went into cardiac arrest.
Britney looked on and smiled, gauging my reaction, as I
gawked at the sight of her in a VERY naughty version of a
Catholic schoolgirl outfit. With a fresh-faced appeal and
lush, cherry-red lips, Britney had styled her long-flowing
blonde hair into a pair of adorable pig-tails. They were
held in place by two pink ribbons. She also sported a pair
of dark, thigh-high stockings on each luscious leg, along
with black patent shoes which buckled into place.
Britney's schoolgirl skirt was more like a kilt. Its
color black, the skirt was sinfully erotic and extremely
low-cut. She also wore a black bra underneath an open,
white blouse, which was knotted together at her midriff.
Britney could surely never be equaled aesthetically.
Those ripe, eye-popping curves, that flawless, immaculate
face, the stroke of a moist finger across a perfect chin...
As Britney stood and modeled her outfit here in my
personal suite, the scene was very reminiscent of the many
times Lindsay had dressed up as both a cheerleader and
schoolgirl in order to get sex from me. The main difference
between them was that Britney had chosen a much more naughty
and risque look with her uniform than Lindsay ever had.
I am not sure which look I preferred, but one thing was
for sure - Britney was first and foremost on my mind right
now. In fact, she was the ONLY thing on my mind. I already
had a hard, throbbing erection just from looking at her...
"I had a talk with Devon and Kristanna this morning," the
young woman cooed, her voice sensuous and sultry. Grinning,
Britney glanced around my suite. "I asked them what I could
do to REALLY thank you for upping my salary from $70,000 to
$3 million yesterday." My heart was thumping wildly in my
chest as she continued, "Devon and Kristanna both agreed
that I should have sex with you, Jeremy."
"But we've had sex plenty of times in the past, I told
them," Britney added. "So then Devon suggested that I go
right at your one, kinky fetish in life - uniforms." My
heart was now beating faster than before. "I do not have
any uniforms, of course, but Devon let me borrow this one.
Said she has never wore it." Britney spun around in a full
circle, modeling the Catholic schoolgirl uniform, then smiled
at me. "I know I'm not Lindsay, but I hope you like it."
I nearly choked before muttering, "You... you look much
better than Lindsay ever did! M-Much better!"
Britney grinned and giggled at my words, then turned her
back and glanced over her shoulder at me. She momentarily
lifted the hem of her skirt, giving me a quick glimpse of
her black panties underneath.
Britney then smoothed her skirt back down and into place,
and giggled once more. "Devon said you absolutely love
flashy, little skirts, and the panties that go with them."
She turned toward me and shook her head. "I feel like a
little slut! I feel even more exposed in this outfit than I
do when I am totally naked - if you can believe that."
"You can take it off if you prefer..." I gulped. Please,
I said to myself. I really don't want her to take it off.
But I had to be an agreeable gentleman about it...
"No, I'm fine," Britney beamed in response. "I'm cool.
Devon told me to keep the uniform on at all times for you.
She even said that you would want to fuck me in it."
"Yes, I would..." I nodded emphatically.
Britney's eyes drifted downward, and then the seductress
licked her lips at the sight of the throbbing lump within
my shorts. She made eye contact with me once again, then
offered her most shy, innocent smile. "Is that for me?"
I reached down and rubbed the bulge with my left hand.
My cock felt really uncomfortable within the unforgiving
confines of my shorts. It needed to be set free...
"Yes baby... this is for you," I answered, now squeezing
the bulge with my left hand. "Why don't you come over here
like a good, little schoolgirl, and show me just how
appreciative you really are for that raise I gave you?"
"That sounds incredibly naughty," Britney snickered. "A
good, little schoolgirl?" The 21-year-old sashayed her way
over to me, then dropped to her knees. She leaned forward
ever-so-slightly and placed both hands upon the carpet. Her
eyes glowing, Britney looked up at me and smiled.
That modelesque face. The blonde pig-tails with the pink
ribbons. An incredibly wicked Catholic schoolgirl uniform
which featured an open blouse and a teeny-tiny skirt. Yes,
it was official. Britney was the schoolgirl of my wildest
dreams now. That title no longer belonged to Lindsay.
"Well... are you gonna take it out?" Britney giggled,
motioning toward the aching lump in my shorts with her eyes.
I suddenly got a new idea in mind.
Wanting to luxuriate in the taste of her mouth before she
went into one of her patented oral frenzies, I reached down
with both hands and gently pulled Britney to her feet. She
offered me a quizzical look for a moment, but that quickly
faded away once I pressed my lips to hers for a kiss.
I curled both arms around Britney's nubile, supple body,
then slid my hands downward and sneaked them underneath the
hemline of her little skirt. I squeezed and caressed her
lush, tight ass through the fabric of those black panties.
Britney hooked her right leg around my waist and just seemed
to melt in my arms as our tongues dueled between our pressed
mouths. This young woman was a true, Heaven-sent angel...
When Britney forged her hand between our bodies and found
that aforementioned bulge in my shorts, I let out a hoarse
moan. Soon, I reached upward and squeezed her full, plump
breasts with both hands. I even slipped my hands into the
open portion of her white blouse and then caressed their
exquisite firmness through the black bra she was wearing.
By now, our kiss had reached truly epic proportions.
Britney was trying to jam her tongue right down my throat.
Of course, I was reciprocating her effort with an equal one
of my very own. She also had her right hand stuffed deep
inside of my shorts, and was busily frigging and pumping my
erection like there was no tomorrow.
Once our kiss was broken, I took a step back and glared
at Britney with pure lust in my eyes. "Get on your knees
and suck my cock," I told her, my voice strict and firm.
For an instant, I was stunned that I would use such a tone
with Britney. I had just spoken to her like she was Amy.
Nevertheless, Britney dutifully dropped to her knees and
ripped my shorts and briefs downward in one quick motion.
She grasped my swollen cock with both hands and immediately
began stroking away at it. The saucy tart somehow managed
to get my cock even harder than it was before.
Eventually, however, Britney pursed her lips together and
took the head of my shaft into her mouth. Those brown eyes
of hers made contact with mine as she flicked her tongue over
and across my cock within the confines of her mouth. She
removed her left hand from my erection, but kept her right
on its base and continued frigging as her head then began to
bob back-and-forth in a heated, frenzied motion.
Although an extreme amount of erotic pleasure was swirling
throughout my body as Britney serviced my cock upon her knees
(where this little diva belonged, mind you), I had another
Lindsay flashback. It only lasted an instant, though, but it
gave me a reminder of what to do when a beautiful woman who
was dressed as a schoolgirl was on her knees in front of me.
Britney snickered as I reached down with both hands and
latched onto her girlish pig-tails. I extended them outward
and treated them like handlebars as the sizzling enchantress
continued forth with her oral assault. I felt so perverted!
When I let out a loud, animalistic moan, Britney must have
sensed that I was very close to the edge of orgasmic release.
With a sweet smile, she tightened her lips around my cock and
offered me her most innocent expression. That was it...
"OHHHHH, GOD YES!" I roared out, as a heavy flow of thick
sperm pulsed from my cock right into Britney's perfect mouth.
Unable to swallow the full explosion at once, Britney whipped
my shaft out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. She was
rewarded it with a cum-shot right between the eyes.
Streamers of gooey sperm dangled from the corner of her
mouth, but she quickly gathered them with her left hand while
still stroking my cock with her right. She placed her left
hand upon her mouth and wiped it, leaving a thick coating of
semen there. It gave her the look of a schoolgirl whore...
Britney roughly squeezed my cock with her hand, forcing
the last drops of my release to ooze out from within its tip.
With a far-away expression upon her face, Britney slid the
head of my shaft across her cheek. The move left a thick
blotch of sperm there, which was obviously what she wanted.
"Three million dollars!" Britney exclaimed, wrapping her
arms around my waistline and squeezing tightly. She kissed
my upper leg and cooed, "I still can't believe that you are
giving me all that money! Thank you, Jeremy! THANK YOU! I
would do ANYTHING to re-pay you for this!"
"Let me look at you," I groaned, latching onto Britney's
shoulders and gently pulling her to her feet. I took a step
back and again admired the sight of Britney in the Catholic
schoolgirl uniform. It definitely had a naughty aura to it -
her white blouse was completely unbuttoned and knotted at
her bare midriff, displaying the black bra that she wore
underneath. She also had black panties on beneath her skirt.
"Are you a naughty schoolgirl?" I teased her, grinning.
"It's not all that often that schoolgirls wear black bras
and panties underneath their uniform. Supposed to be white."
"Oh yeah... I'm DEFINITELY a naughty schoolgirl," Britney
giggled, nodding her head. "A VERY naughty schoolgirl."
"You even have cum all over your face and mouth..."
Britney laughed again. "My smile is brightest when there
is cum on my face." She wiped some of the excess off with
her fingertips, then sucked them dry. "Hmmmmm... yummy!"
"Those black, thigh-high stockings you have on make you
look even more naughty," I observed, simply role-playing with
her. "You're a bad girl, Britney. A very bad girl." I
smiled at her. "Do you know what happens to bad girls?"
"They get spanked?" Britney squealed, rising to her feet.
I laughed at her impish tone of voice. "Normally, yes.
But I want something more right now. Something better." I
folded my arms, the look upon my face much more serious.
"Take your panties off... but leave your skirt on."
"But I thought you wanted me to leave my pan..."
"TAKE your panties off," I demanded, my eyes piercing. I
certainly have become a lot more assertive as of late. I was
really enjoying this newfound dominant side of myself, too...
Britney nodded her head in a truly submissive manner, then
reached underneath her loose-fitting black skirt and let her
panties fall harmlessly to the carpeted floor. She stepped
out of the garment and kicked it elsewhere, then turned her
focus squarely upon me. "What now, Jeremy?"
"Lay down on the bed and show me your pussy."
The twinkle in Britney's eyes returned as she giggled and
fell backward onto the comfortable mattress. On her back,
the lovely blonde lifted the hem of her skirt and spread her
succulent thighs far apart - giving me a classic, bird's eye
view of what I wanted to see most. In an effort to emphasize
her own desire, Britney then snaked a hand between her thighs
and massaged her flawless pussy with two fingers.
That little display of masturbation was all I needed to
receive what best could be described as an electric surge of
energy upon my shaft. My cock sprang back to life and was
fully erect in no time flat.
I growled in sheer, total arousal as I quickly mounted
her in the missionary position, while hooking her legs over
my shoulders in the process. Still twiddling her beautiful,
shaven pussy with a pair of extended fingers, Britney moaned
and glared up at me with a lustful expression of her own.
God, I said to myself. This seemed criminal - Britney had
the look of a young high school girl with that uniform on!
"Give it to me!" the 21-year-old encouraged. "Fuck my
pussy with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!"
I latched onto one of Britney's luscious breasts through
her open blouse and bra with my left hand, then fisted my
cock with my right and forged my way into her lush pussy. I
growled at first, adjusting to the incredible feeling of
spearing a pussy so small and tight. Britney, meanwhile,
moaned in utter passion and stared up at me with wide eyes.
She was enjoying this ALMOST as much as I was...
Britney suddenly squawked and roared out in arousal as I
began to thrust myself in-and-out of her. Already, I was
pounding her as hard as possible, my testicles slapping hard
against her upturned ass with each and every forward stroke.
There was no way that I could go slow with Britney. Not
here - and not now. Not with the way she was dressed...
Britney looked so gorgeous as she thrashed her face from
side-to-side beneath me, a series of hot moans and screams
emanating from deep within her throat. Her pig-tails were
splayed out on either side of the mattress as her whole body
squirmed and writhed about in the powerful sensations. The
schoolgirl uniform only doubled our shared intensity.
My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I held
onto her hip with my right and continued feverishly pumping
myself in-and-out of her at a blinding rate of speed. The
pleasure for Britney was evident right now. She clenched
her eyes and kept them shut as I dropped the hammer on her.
"Pull out of me when you're gonna cum!" Britney boomed as
I pounded her. "PULL OUT OF ME WHEN YOU'RE GONNA CUM!"
Sensing that could happen at any given moment, I granted
Britney's request and stood up from the bed. Grasping my
cock, I busily frigged it and aimed for the open portion of
her white blouse. Britney, though, had different ideas.
She sprung off the mattress with cat-like quickness and
pushed me down onto it. Landing on my back, I gulped my
throat and looked on with nothing but lust as Britney then
sat down upon her knees on the bed and leaned completely
over. She wanted to taste and swallow my eruption yet again!
My theory was quickly proven wrong, though.
Hunched over my shaft upon her elbows and knees, Britney
kept eye contact with me as she tilted her head to the side.
With one of her two bushy pig-tails now hanging precariously
downward, Britney took the blonde tresses into her hand and
wrapped them around my aching cock several times.
My eyes wide, the little nymphomaniac giggled and started
to pump and stroke my erection with her right hand. Her
luxuriously thick, immaculate hair felt like a silken sheath
as it rubbed upon my cock. My whole body convulsed and
jerked about in response, until I could finally take no more.
I growled out like a madman as my shaft erupted with a
trio of heavy, powerful blasts. Britney continued to frig
my cock for quite a long time, her head tilted to the side,
with her adorable pig-tail wrapped around it. The young
woman clearly enjoyed the hot, erotic torture she was putting
me through. The excited look upon her face told me so.
When the spasms within me had finally subsided, Britney
released my cock and lifted her head. The pig-tail on the
right side of her head, as you may imagine, was completely
saturated with sperm. Never before in my life did I think
that a woman's hair could be so very stimulating!
Totally exhausted and spent, I breathed in heavy gasps as
I gazed up at Britney. She ran her fingers throughout her
sperm-soaked hair and snickered at the mere idea.
"Devon told me that you really love pig-tails, too. She
even told me to give you a handjob with a pig-tail."
I gulped my throat and shook my head at her. God, that
was one truly intense encounter. Britney definitely earned
some brownie points with the Catholic schoolgirl uniform
she had borrowed from Devon. Now... if only I could get
Devon to actually dress up like a schoolgirl for me. She
preferred role-playing as a cheerleader and French maid...
"Devon seems to have told you a lot, sweetheart. Next
time you see Devon, will you tell her something for me?"
When Britney nodded her head in response, I said, "Tell
Devon that I love her... and that she and Kristanna are the
two best wives in the whole, wide world. Tell her that.
And tell her I'd move to Kuwait with her and Kristanna if
they want me to. I'll move anywhere with them."
Britney laughed again, but also nodded her head. "I
thought you were going to say that you wanted me to tell
Devon that you're going to fuck her hard and nasty tonight."
"Tell her that, too," I nodded, although I knew she was
pregnant - thus meaning that I had to treat her cautiously.
"As hard and nasty as I can allow myself to be with her..."
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