Author's disclaimer: The characters in this work of fiction, involved in sexual activities, are all over the age of 18.
If you thought part 1 started out hectic, then read on. The ensuing weeks, since Yvonne and I connected, were even more frenzied. Yes, I passed the Bar. We celebrated with several marathon bedroom sessions. Sometimes we remembered protection, sometimes not. We talked, at length about a long term commitment. It was during one of these discussions, we decided to get married. With the difference in our ages, plus the racial difference, we thought it best to visit my grand parents, first.
It was on a Sunday late morning, as we cuddled in bed, waiting for Marie to finish napping, when I got a terrible case of horns. I reached over, softly stroking her left breast, rubbing her nipple, as gently as required, with Yvonne still nursing Marie. Turning to face me, taking my face in her hands, Yvonne started kissing me, pushing her tongue inside my mouth.
One hand went into my briefs, running up and down my quickly responding cock.
"Hmmmm, that's nice," I said.
Keep it up and we may never visit my grand parents, today, I thought. Rolling on top of me, taking my fully erect manhood in her hand and guiding into her very wet slit.
She started riding up and down like someone dying of thirst, getting a cold glass of water. With her boobs bouncing up and down, my mouth caught a nipple, and my tongue brought it to attention, quickly. As we were both ready to explode, we heard the start of Marie's babbling. Since she was not crying, we knew we had time to finish. With my hands holding her boobs, and her riding me up and down, we both exploded and fell onto each other panting.
"Wow," I whispered, "what got into you?"
"Well," she responded, "I'm late."
"I'm never late," she said, smiling.
"Does this mean you are OK with us having another child?" I asked.
"Do we have a choice?" she responded. We both already considered Marie my daughter, too, not just hers. I got Marie out of her crib, as she was just starting to climb out. Sitting on our bed, I asked Yvonne if she should move Marie and herself into my house, as it was bigger by a bedroom, and a little nicer.
"I also think we might want to plan a wedding," I said, "even if you are not pregnant." She just smiled her most wide, glowing smile, and nodded her assent.
Smiling, we got dressed, changed Marie, and headed for lunch, with my grand parents.
Yvonne had a great relationship with my grandparents from being neighbors since they owned the house, for years, we were going to be living in.
Just as soon as we walked in, my grandma jumped up and looked us straight in the eye and said, "are you two getting married?" I guess women have this sixth sense.
"Are you physic?" came shooting out of my mouth. Pops grabbed me in a big hug, and with a very serious look asked us if we were ready for all the questioning we were sure to get.