My fiancé was the responsible ones in our households. I would be the good wife and he the good husband.We married "In the church", meaning a Catholic...wedding and a happy mother. This required my’ non-Catholic fiancé, to take Catholic dogma lessons and sign papers raise our offspring in the faith. The civil paperwork was simple, just birth certificates and signatures.The parish priest initially was more difficult. He thought of me as a poor, young, Catholic girl taken advantage of by an older. A few minutes later I thought I would improve the view my mate was getting and turned on the bedside light. At first Jess tried to hide under the bed sheets but I didn’t let her and I reminded her she promised to stay exposed all night and reluctantly she gave up the fight but curled into a ball in an attempt to hide herself so I started to play with her again and get her worked up, after fingering her wet pussy for 5 minutes I had managed to open her legs and return her to the fully exposed. Now we were both facing each other. I could see her face from the light coming in from window. She had a cute smile and was looking at me with an inviting expression. In between she was sneezing. It was kind of an comic scene. I smiled and decided to break the ice by saying .. “may be you could use some more heat”. She had a puzzled smile and said “How ?” I said, “I dont know! How about body heat ? .. Human body is kinda hot”. She said.. “Huh, what do you mean ?” and I quickly grabbed her and. She still hadn't surfaced by the time I had finished so I did the dishes and headed out to the yard behind the shops. I kept the bike and the van there to make it difficult for terrorists to attach booby traps. Nevertheless, I checked underneath the van before I started work on it. I also checked round the bike too. I did a routine service on the van, then the bike. Then I washed them. Then I made some coffee. Then I checked on Jean. She was gone. Bitch hadn't even left a note. If that's how.