Mari saw Remy's throat work as he swallowed hard, but he nodded. She thought she detected the sheen of tears in his eyes, though they might have been in her own. "I love you, Marina Bell - soon to be Rocher. Give me your hand."

Still laying beneath her, his semi-hard cock still inside her, he shifted. The extra fullness was not perfectly comfortable, but it didn't hurt and she merely adjusted her legs to accommodate his added girth. She continued to gaze down into his beloved ...