The Fortune of the O DellsChapter 9
The morning came with a very cold breeze. Opal Anne had rolled to be able to hold me and throw a leg over me. I stretched and adjusted my cock as it tried to break out of my britches. I really needed to piss. Opal Anne stirred when I moved, and she slid her hand down my chest and onto the hard lump in my pants. “Good morning, husband.” “Good morning, wife.” “I have to go.” “Me too.” I threw the blanket off and Opal Anne immediately wrapped herself around me again. “God it’s cold! What...