I had a very happy woman in my bed that night as we fell asleep again.The next morning we hugged and kissed, and Clara was a little tender from our pr...or evening, so we deferred further lovemaking until she recovered. Truth be told, the flesh in the area of my pubic bone was rather tender. Over breakfast, we discussed her attending college.Clara wanted to pursue her nursing degree and career, as she had said earlier. But now, she could see how big of a job we had ahead of ourselves. She did not. Mom hugged her. “You had to try, Rachel. I’m proud of you. We love you. It will all work out.” We ate and participated in the Bible study. We set up an appointment for pre-marital counseling.Eventually, we returned to the apartment. We slept together again. In the morning, we each went to our jobs.That evening, I went to her apartment and met her there. I had knocked and she met me at the door with a kiss and tight embrace. “Darling Gerald, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you.”I smiled. “I’ve. I gave her a slow, spank, that felt almost lazy as I watched her lips pucker. My hand slipped and I felt her pussy lips brush my fingertips. I slapped there harder, and I swear to god she mewed at the sensation of it. I tilted her ass up higher, and her hair spooled to the ground and obscured her face. She could have been anyone, any sexy cunt looking to be punished by me.I slapped her pussy lips again and felt a slight moisture there. My cock had already gotten hard, but now it pulsed. My next. For two days I’d followed her schedule, escorting her to the American high school every morning, then to the Paris Marais Dance School every afternoon, then home. For the first couple of days it had been relaxing. I could feel tension melt away. But now it was boring. Friday. Eight more days.I listened to her on her cell phone talking to her father. It was hard not to. Despite the closed bedroom door, her vociferous protestations came through loud and clear. I happened to agree with her - she.