He dragged a disused memory from the depths of his subconscious and wrote down a social security number. He thought he remembered it right. And how ol... was he? 50? 52? He wrote down his birthdate, but wasn’t sure if it was September or October. Well, it was close enough. Then he remembered one other thing. There wasn’t a spot on the form for it, so he wrote it in the address blank. “M16-999.” You never forgot your first license plate. It was still on the old Chevrolet Impala his father kept in. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence.“I’m worried about us,” she told him.“I am too. I’ve been thinking about this mess all week and, well, I just don’t know what to do,” he admitted to his wife.“We can’t let them see our vulnerability.”“You’re right,” he said and they slipped back into their silent meditation.Helen watched from the front window as Gary and the children left for church. She was putting the last of the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when the. We lay down on the bed, I opened her legs with my knees while trying to unwrap the condom.I lowered my body on top of her, kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted delicious, and her tongue was playing with mine making my cock harder, as if that was possible.“I need you inside me. Please,” she moaned.I moved my hand to her pussy to help her getting wetter, but I realized she didn’t need it. She was ready for me. She pulled up her knees giving me a view of her glistening pussy. She wrapped my cock in. The stone fragmented the hues of the sunset and seem to glimmer with its own internal luminescence. He took her trembling hand in both of his and kissed her forehead. Tears welled in her eyes and she was blinded. She was conscious only of his presence and of the ring that she knew was a token of his undying devotion. She realized now that he had been saving for this emblem since the first day their eyes had met. She was abashed by her insecurity and doubt on the night prior. She looked in his.