I went out till the gate with hubby after he left closed the gate and came inside and was latching the door, I could feel my father in law comming fro... behind and hugging me, I could feel him kissing and sucking my neck passionately from behind, and his hands was caressing my breasts, I could feel that extasy building up again in me,with his right hand lifted my nighty up and hands reached my crotch and he asked me to spread my legs apart which I did and his hands went inside my panty and. I asked for and she agreed to a prenup. That prenup protected me in case of a divorce. My house and family assets were protected.She was a beautiful bride, and we went to Niagara Falls Canada for our honeymoon. We spent a week there and then a week in Toronto. It was wonderful.We settled into a married life that was very good. Like any two people who have strong feelings, we had arguments. We yelled, we cussed, but we always went to bed together. I was surprised when the arguments never went. “Young man, what did I tell you,” I snipped at him as I let go of his arm. “While you’re here as my assistant, I told you to call me Jillian, not ‘Mom.’ We don’t want people thinking there’s any nepotism.”Richard rubbed his arm where I had grabbed it. He kept his eyes down and mumbled, “Ok… Jillian.”I leaned closer and waved a French manicured finger in his face. My son knows if I do this, it meant he was about to step over a line, whether he knows it or not. The bratty way he said my name was. "A woman as extraordinary as you needs a good husband," she said later.I assented, convinced, happy with my girlfriend but at the same timedesiring to have a good husband. A little while later Ilsa put hersports clothes and went to the gym. I remained at home, simply dressed:pink blouse, a very comfortable brown skirt, stockings, some brownshoes, originally Ilsa?s, that, by who knows what amazing magic, Icould fit to my size, and my apron. I washed the dishes, ironed a bit,and prepared supper.