She replied husband and wife….. I agreed… after bath shell we marry…I will tie the yellow tag ..i will be your husband and you will be my wife�... and night fist night. First I will ride you and you will ride me later till to we tired…. I agreed. She gone to bathroom. There was a big tank. She sit on it… taken a razor and cleaned her pubic hairs… I gone there taken razor and shaver her pussy… then I stand in front of her put my leg on her thigh. She put water and soap to pussy and start shaving.. My hands move from the wall to your thighs and I rub along your shaft. Your eyes close and we both bite our lips. The undoing of your pants startles you a bit and your eyes open in alarm. "Shhhhh," I whisper as I nibble your ear. "No one will know." I finish opening up your pants and I grasp your glory in my right hand. So hard, hot and willing to be buried deep within me. I instantly feel my cunt start to water, I need that cock so fucking bad. I scoot up a bit further, my skirt hiking up. If the weather held up, Alfred should take her on walks through the fields and forests in the mornings. Let her decide when to talk and when to remain silent. For the afternoon healing sessions, Elise could join them if necessary, I would have to provide my own entertainment.As so often before, Alfred was ahead of me. When I turned into the narrow lane leading to our hostelry, I saw him, off in the distance, strolling with Karla and Elise. They all looked casual enough to be left well alone.. Maybe next time you can come to me.”“Who knows,” I replied.After dinner we drove back to Harold’s Shack. “I have spent more to renovate the shack than Grandpa Harold paid for the whole farm. I am pretty sure that fair market value for the shack is way less than the renovations cost. It was an act of love, and I still am not finished,” I explained.“So what’s next?” she asked.“Once upon a time I needed to live in a shack, so we didn’t replace the exterior siding. Now that I’m respectable, I plan.