Suddenly she stiffened and sat up, pushing me deep again and gasping, before looking puzzled and penitent.“It’s OK,” I said. “It was good for ...e too. Still is!”“But you haven’t come!” she said with a worried frown.“Do you always have to come?” I asked her.“Well, no, it can feel really good without an orgasm.”“There you are then.” I said.“But...”“Hmm?” I asked.“I was going to talk about previous lovers. I should stop doing that. I really don’t want to spend all my time comparing you to them.”“So. .. Please welcome your favourite and mine ... The ‘ound of ‘ell ... The beast from the east end ... He’s a lover not a fighter ... A licker not a biter ... He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, fuck you in the arse and send your mum a post-card ... Meeeeean muvva-fucker ... All the way from East ‘am ... I give you...” He reaches back to grab the door handle and pulls it open again, allowing a very sprightly black Doberman to trot in... “Casanova the Fird.”It’s hard to tell which. "They said that was fine," she said."We're really married?" I asked."Yes, we are. We've also consummated the marriage in the parking lot andin bed here last night, so there can't be an annullment," she saidquietly."Do you want to be married to me?" I asked."Yes," she said softly, and then kissed me.I broke the kiss. "Do you want to know if I want to be married to you?" Iasked.Tears started welling in her eyes. "Do you want to be married to me?" sheasked."It depends," I said."On what?" she. As much as I like living with you, I want to live in the suburbs eventually. The city just isn’t for me.”“There are a lot of good ‘burbs here. I just want to make sure I don’t lose touch with my kids.”“You won’t. I know you well enough!”I soaped her firm butt and teased her by running a finger between her cheeks. She laughed.“You think that’s funny?” I teased.“I was just thinking that we haven’t done THAT in years. Not since I gave up on the toys.”“You’ve moved on from all that stuff and become.