They followed the painted arrows on the curved floor of the station, heading towards the residential quarter. There was permanent and semi-permanent h...using for personnel and civilians who were stationed on the Pinwheel, separate from the barracks where the majority of the troops lived. Some were spartan and consisted only of what the occupant needed to perform their duties, and others were as large and as lavishly furnished as an apartment that might be found on any one of the more developed. “You’re easily the sexiest man I’ve ever made love to!” she told me in a gasp, her hands tracing my body.“Someday soon,” I said between thrusts, “we’re gonna do this at your house,” I said. “We’ll do it in your bed so that you have something good to remember when you have to lay next to him at night.”“YES!” she cried, cumming again. She came twice more before she started squeezing my cock with her muscles. “Cum for me!” she begged. “Do it, Baby! Cum! Cum! Cum!” she chanted urgently.I groaned. It was never an issue with Cora Leigh, because she was a psycho. Here’s a little free advice from your old buddy Ty: never, ever, marry a woman you meet in a bar in Las Vegas on the same night that you met her. I don’t care if the Elvis Chapel is running a discount; it is still a bad idea.On the fourth day after we were married, Cora Leigh tried to run me over in the parking lot of a Waffle House, because she said I was flirting with the waitress. Which might have been valid except the waitress. Why don’t you consult with her mother and send me a shopping list. Warning! Almost anything beyond opening a can is beyond my culinary skills. I do the shopping, but you do the preparation. Second warning. Send me a list of what you’d buy, but also send me a list of what is needed but every cook already has. Do you have my e-mail?”“No.” He gave it to her.“Well, you’d have to think about that before you send it. That takes care of the practicalities, but the real reason I call is to hear your.