1. The Old Man and the Beach--Part 3


    Date: 7/13/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Source: sexstories.com

    CHAPTER 9 A limo picked us up at 10:00 Wednesday morning as we hugged and kissed Leia good-bye. I scratched Max’s ears and told him to obey Leia. I knew he would. He and Leia had bonded completely. Our plane flew to Charlotte and from there to JFK in Queens, one of the boroughs of New York City. From there it was Air France first class to Schiphol Airport outside Amsterdam. I love Air France. Not only is the food like a hundred times better than on our airlines, but the service is, too. Despite their cool reputation I had always found the French to be a warm and welcoming people if one only makes an effort to speak a little French. Having studied French in high school and college I was able to get by reasonably well. I’d been to Paris several times for work. We had just settled into our seats when the steward asked if we would like champagne. I agreed, but Cindy opted for orange juice. When I gave her an inquiring look she smiled broadly and replied, “Remember that little talk we had back in March when I told you that I wanted more than anything to….” She never had the chance to finish. I grabbed her head for the most sensational kiss of my life. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. I’m only a week late, but we’ll know for sure pretty soon. I think we should get some of those home pregnancy tests once we’re in Amsterdam.” The steward overheard us and gave us his congratulations and again once he learned we were on our honeymoon. “Yeah, now all I have to do is live long enough ...
    to see the child graduate high school.” “Don’t…please, John—you’re in excellent health and I’m going to keep you that way.” I kissed Cindy’s cheek and sat back to relax while the plane filled with passengers. We took off at 6:54 p.m., only a few minutes late. After a decent filet with béarnaise sauce, scalloped potatoes, and string beans almandine and more wine—for me—we reclined and slept for the rest of the flight, arriving in early morning. A cab whisked us to our hotel and since we were early we checked our bags and went for a walk through the city. We stopped for a tour of the Anne Frank House then continued up the street in search of a restaurant. Once we found one I ordered two servings of poffritjes, one with banana and one with dark cherry topping. Both came with a huge dollop of whipped cream, more than enough to completely hide the pile of two dozen tiny pancakes. We shared and Cindy agreed immensely with my choices. Once we were done it was time to walk back to the hotel for check-in and some hot honeymoon sex as if there was ever any other kind. We had a small suite, something I always ordered even though we didn’t plan to spend much time in the room. I was sometimes afflicted with insomnia and a suite meant I could sit and read or even drink a beer from the mini-bar without rousing Cindy. The first time this had happened at home Cindy came running out of the bedroom thinking the worst had happened until I was able to reassure her. Since then she had ensured my ...
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