"I love you, I love you, and I love you some more, but if you think I'm too horny, you heard Jill; you knew what you were getting into when you marrie... me. What, did you think I'd just get less horny, or my cherry would shrivel up all of a sudden?" No, smart-ass, I'm just saying, again, we're not Vin Diesel and Paul Walker slamming on the gas to win a quarter-mile race. We're gonna be driving for a long time, so let's pace ourselves a little bit. We've been married for less than a year, and I. "How about a quickie? You've got an hour."Jen giggled. "I want to, but I have to get dressed." She wiggled from Mike's grasp and ran into the bedroom. "And I have to hurry, you know how long it takes me to get ready," she said over her shoulder.Jen was in a quandary. What should she wear? She didn't want Mike to see her dressed too sexy for a casual shopping trip with David. Normally she'd wear jeans and a top, with sexy lingerie underneath. But David wanted her to wear the bustier. That meant. I was sure that it was nothing, maybe I'd forgotten something. Sandy and I had always been honest with each other. I really believed that was part of why our marriage was so successful. So I asked her, what was going on.I expected her to smile and ask me what the hell I was talking about. She was after all the CEO and managing director of "us." So if she didn't think there was a problem, there probably wasn't."I didn't think you'd notice," she said. "I kind of hoped that you wouldn't. Most. ” “Gloria, I have already told you that my wife was 10 years my senior, and I absolutely adore mature women. There can only be about 20 years between us and that doesn’t bother me at all.” I stood up and took her by the hand and led her into my room. I turned her around to face me and again took her lips with mine and kissed her into submission. She wouldn’t pass this opportunity up even if it was her last. I began to undo the zipper on the back of her dress and peeled it off, until she.