"It's beautiful, but I'm so nervous having so much money on one finger."Laura said.We discussed the future and decided they would move in Sunday night... soon as weget home. "You'll have to bear with me; I've been a bachelorette for a longtime." I said."I'm sure we'll manage." Laura answered. Chapter Thirty SevenWe decided to have a simple dinner in the motel restaurant, and then maybe headdown to the tavern nearby. We set about changing; I put pantyhose on, highheeled boots and a red turtle neck. . it was going to be a beautiful summer... just beautiful!As he neared the greenhouse, he let out his characteristic low whistle. "Speaking of beautiful!" he said out loud.Dot was sitting on the grass by the door of the greenhouse waiting for him. She wore a different outfit from the one she had had on that morning... but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. As Tim approached, he could see that she was. If you hadn't listened carefully, you would have missed that the mother was someone else's wife.People magazine did get in touch through Terry and asked to do a feature spread on me, the baby, the mother, and the unique and loving arrangement that we had between us. They promised a favorable treatment. Previously, they had done right by us, so I trusted them. Terry set up the interview in Nashville for a few days after we returned and before Crystal and I started a concert tour of a dozen. " Ohhhh...you own this pussy, you own this pussy Blake...just don't stop fucking me...uuuuuhhh" she moaned back at Blake.Just like he promised to, Blake continued to tear my wife's pussy up. I just sat on the bed, quietly masturbating and watching, making sure I obeyed Blake's order not to come, since he had told me in his email exchanges he never allows his cuckold husbands to orgasm until after he leaves. "The tension makes the game more fun", Blake had told me.The tension and mixed feelings.