We each claimed one on our W-2s. Don’t fool around with a 1040. My driver’s license is totally legit. We say we’re both from Normal, which is tr...e. Our anniversary is the day of our interview. We don’t wear rings, but that sort of formality is optional these days.People believe what they assume they already know. We’re married in the intimate sense and the socially apparent sense, but it would be criminal if we had a license. Strange morality.As long as they were with us, Mom and Dad thought it. I feel the familiar stirring in my cock, happy that I changed into a loose pair of shorts after work. I couldn’t help but notice her day in and day out, she’s my assistant after all. She’s shy, with a dark kinky side she hides. She doesn’t even try to be sexy, wearing black slacks, sometimes gray, a white button up blouse with the top two buttons undone. I wonder how it stays closed over her ample breasts, the buttons always seem to strain over them. She is a little on the voluptuous side, but. She did not see a single scrap of paper to mar the beauty of Jimmy's front yard. The bright full moon shone down on perfection, so far as Ruby was concerned. She moaned to herself.Yes, this place was just like Heaven must be if there was one somewhere or other. She couldn't believe her luck. Not that she would ever consider a broken foot as lucky before now. Ruby was in shock as the car's headlights and the bright moon overhead showed her a whole new world.Jimmy was gentle as he carried her. "I got all the drawers out, and they are already inside where I want to put this desk." Good. That will lighten things up a bit and give us some handholds to grab onto this thing, as well!" I said. I rolled the hand truck up the moving truck's ramp and got it in position.I threw the blanket over the top, and when I got it where I was satisfied it was placed properly, I carefully tipped the desk on its back with what was the top, still covered with the blanket, and up against the hand truck.I.