"Two weeks is such a terribly long time, Jack," she whispered, stroking his soft cock with loving hot fingers. "I'd go crazy without you, if I didn't know we were going to be married soon. It's all so… so strange, like a story in a book. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, Jack."

There was that weird look in her eyes again, he thought with a faint shiver. Jesus, was he glad he wasn't going to be around Omaha two weeks from now! She looked as if she were about to smother him with kisses again, so he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and pushed her gently back on the bed. Maybe if he ate her lust-crazed pussy for a while she'd shut up. They still had two hours to kill, so he might as well give her something to remember him by. It would be a brand new thrill for her anyway, so he might as well give her a head-job she wouldn't forget.

"Oooooh, Jack," she moaned happily as be began by sucking on her milk-white tits. He clutched a heavy, silken mound in his fingers and worked his mouth on the engorged nipple, teasing it with his teeth until she was gasping. Then he kissed and sucked the other hot tit, until Carol's cunt was pulsating feverishly, oozing her honey in gushes.

"Mmmm, nmmm," she sobbed, spreading her drenched thighs wide as he worked his mouth down over her softly rounded belly. Carol closed her eyes tightly and waited, holding her breath. She didn't really know what to expect. When she went down on his massive rod it excited her tremendously, so he assumed he was doing it to excite himself. Such was her innocence even at twenty-nine.

Jack paused between her creamy thighs. He grasped a silky asscheek in each hand and lifted her ass off the mattress. Her pussy looked juicy and delectable, the tiny pink cuntlips throbbing before his eyes, her heavy ass weaving impatiently in his hands. He blew a gentle cooling breeze on her steaming pussy and Carol sobbed.