"I have to admit I was the one who goofed this up. Now, peel this thing off me, I'll pull the sheets from the bed then we'll get on with our honeymoon...for real. It'll be something we can laugh at over the years."Andy's jaw dropped as May told him that she was a Korothon, was over forty thousand years old, made herself to be a likeness of Karolina Kurkova a Czech model extraordinaire. She told him about the war with their enemy the Anthonians. How she was given the number 1142 and had her soul. I guess he liked the idea of what I was but not that I was associated with a black guy. Things cooled a little before we left but he was still cordial to us.Bill had a load but we had to go to Atlanta to pick it up. It was going to some little town I’d never heard of in New Mexico…that didn’t matter to me; I was just enjoying myself.He helped me fold some things while making a decision of whether to get going to Atlanta that night [he was pretty rested] or leave in the morning. We went to eat. I had seen his wife around the hotel, and she was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was in her late-40’s, but looked no older than her teenage daughter. She had flowing blonde hair that framed her perfect face. Her eyes were pools of deep blue, her soft red lips were inviting. She was petite, and constantly wore 4′ heels, which made her magnificent legs all the more statuesque. I did not admit it at the time, but there were several times through out the day that I. She said lets dance (she is a very good dancer also). I played the music play music and we started dancing, stepping very closing, some steps of Salsa. She was wearing loose black t-Shirt and blue jeans. I was in mood to have sex but not taking any step. I grabbed her in my arms and started kissing her cheeks, earlobes, shoulders, lips… She was enjoying and started responding. I was so close to her that her sexy boobs were pressing my chest.I was kissing her all over and moving my both hands.