Aren’t I lucky?” She pulled my naked body with her to the shower. I’d be damned if I’d allow these jerks to ruin our honeymoon—my wife’s dream vacation. XXX The rest of the cruise was as idyllic as we’d dreamed—beautiful sunny days, elegant churches and monasteries, interesting shopping, and the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm and in my bed. The displays were interesting, but after the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City it was hard to be too impressed. I don’t pretend to understand, but her trainer John had told us that dogs could remember thousands of individual scents. I did, ramming my organ into her in a single massive thrust.
