By the way, I don't want a pre-nup. It's stupid and insulting in this case. We'll stay together and very little of my stuff would count as community p...operty, anyway. I want your life to be a much easier one from here on out," Dan told her."I know that it will be, honey, thanks to you. If I get too stir crazy, I guess that I can go to the gym or the mall, right? Most of the time, I'll do housework and make home-cooked meals for my family. Speaking of which, I think that Daddy needs a wife or at. We both laughed.Satisfied with my morning, I went back to the tattoo parlour. As I had asked the owner, Cindy was standing naked in the room, mirrors in front and behind her. I could see her butt plug twinkling at me, as if inviting me in.Cindy did a twirl and I could see 4 inches above her pussy "daddy's cunt" in red ink... and in the small of her back, also in red ink her tattoo read "daddy's ass". It was perfect, other than the dresses I planned on Cindy wearing, these tattoos would be. The panel in front had been so closely fitted, noise and light couldn't penetrate it, so I doubted if much air could either. Well the air had to come from some place and I wanted to know where."Hey, Adara, come give me a hand please," I said.Adara looked up from the book she was reading."Help you do what?" she asked."I want to check out the space I hid in yesterday."Adara stood up and we moved into the basement proper. Adara showed me how to pull the bottom shelf forward so the back panel could. We were two smart young college students and people have been having sex since the dawn of time, I was pretty sure we’d find a way to make it work. Try as we might, however, the angle was not working. The shower space was too tight, our height difference too significant for a one-legged standing bang. I kept pulling her leg in different ways, moving myself into different angles and manhandling my manhood to try and make it work but it just wasn’t going to. “Let’s go back to how we were,” she.