Pierre fought to breath as their tongues entwined. Passion coursed through him as she stood up and motioned for him to follow her. Once in the bedroom... Darla raised his hands to her breasts, while she ran her hands down to his ass. As they stood in front of the open window, Pierre, with trembling fingers, undid the buttons of her blouse as he pulled it from her skirt, while she slipped his shirt from his shoulders, as they slowly stripped each other until he stood in his boxer's and she in her. He always did this to her, made her heart race at the thought of them being together forever, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before he was leaving her to go back. She had to be realistic. This week would be amazing, no matter what happened at the end of it. After about an hour of just sitting and talking in the coffee shop, Sarah and Daniel got up and walked out into the sunlight. He took her hand immediately, making her smile a little on the outside, and a lot on the inside. “How should we. " You are my husband." I sighed and let him into me without any protection. I was happy. I was ecstatic and I was in love. I loved him. I knew I'd never leave him. Not even when I found out that he was dealing d**gs out my house. I looked the other way when some of his gangster friends brought a man in a sack and beat the shit out of him.I hosted his "supervisor" and his boys 3 nights in a row. I even let him bring prostitutes to satisfy the "Area Supervisor".Next day when Clayton was out, The. I had to hold her upright because her legs had weakened enough that I was afraid she'd fall.I brought her to another quick orgasm leaving her panting. When she caught her breath she agreed to try it only if I were to lay down on the floor.I dropped onto my back spreading my legs just enough for her to slip between them. She was still hesitant, laying next to me for a brief make-out session. Her hand massaging one of my breasts until she'd had enough of my lips. She moved down to suckle the one.