Everyone in the tavern was in the holiday spirit, loud and in good cheer. Katie and I were as noticeable to them as two mice hunkering down inside the...wall. She had removed her sweater with an alluring blouse and a plunging neckline signaling her earlier intentions. I had removed my tie and unbuttoned the collar, but still, I was steaming hot in anticipation.Katie was amazingly open about her life, even her sex life. She'd been around, that is, with a variety of men. Katie talked about how she. ..to MY bed...and bent you over it. You arched your back immediately, raising yourself up to him...desperate, like a bitch in heat. I wondered if I ever looked that eager, that willing. I admired you for it. He grabbed the firm meat of your ass and stepped closer, his cock proud and rigid. He spread you wide with his thumbs. My heart raced to see you so open, so pink and wet, as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into you.I watched intently as he buried himself inside you, inch by inch. I. The problem I am having is with those nights." What is it Kenny?" Marta asked, "Are we not coming over often enough, or maybe too often?" No Marta, it is not that. My problem is the way things are going; I kind of feel like I am being used. You never ask me to come to the main house, and we don't go out in public on dates or anything; it's like you are ashamed to be seen with me. It's even shown by how you address me; my name is Ken, not Kenny. I'm not saying this correctly, but something is. The names they will call us and the shame that will be brought on us and our mother! I don’t care about anyone else, I never have. All I care is about us and the fact that I love you. Aiyyo! Yendhukkura illa? Don’t you even care about how I feel? Only then did I realize how selfish I had been and I took a moment and gingerly asked her and do you want to get married and move away? Yes and no and I mean just because I’m married doesn’t mean I won’t love you anymore.She was almost crying by now.