She wanted to do a lot of things that she would never be able to… with him. Why was she always thinking of him? He was beginning to rule her life as...well as her heart. Even if somehow she did sleep with him, how could they live as man and wife openly? It would be a most illicit affair behind closed doors even if it was legal to have a colored mistress living with you. Who would have to know? And if she became with child, who was to say it was his? Everyone knew colored people had no morality. “God damn, shit, fuck, oh no. Oh yes. Give it to me. This pussy is mine. I want it, now.” The ‘now’ word lasted over Jessica’s next three deep breaths.A heartbeat later, Greg realized that his wife was still on the edge, not yet complete.He roused himself and started kissing her hand that lay limp. Up that arm, he nipped, kissed, licked and hummed.When he reached her belly button, she knew what was next.“Open,” he commanded.She complied and spread her legs for him.Jessica shaves all of her. I want you now..." "What about--?" She cut him off and said, "I'm protected now; quick, make love to me." Sven needed no second bidding. He eased himself forward into Kate's waiting arms. She held him and steered the tip of his sex into her waiting lips. He gently eased himself into her, and she gasped as he slid all the way home. Slowly they began to pick up an unpracticed rhythm, and Kate lifted her knees and wrapped her legs round Sven's waist. It was all too much, and Sven cried as he. The rest he got two co-workers to help move. Itonly took two evenings to get moved. Everything was moved and Gary settled in. The two of them foundthey had many areas of interest in common. From time to time hewould wear a dress from the dresses that Angela got for him. He wasgetting better at handling the cast and tried his hand at cookingfor the two of them. He was becoming a pretty good cook. Angelahad several fancy aprons and he wore them. She always gave him abig smile when she would.