I was about to finish grade ten in a few weeks. I’d have two years of taking us to school like the seniors starting in September. Amber was only in ...rade nine, so she had an extra year to go after me. Hmmm, I was supposed to be going to college by then; what would happen to us? I already knew that I wouldn’t be able to stomach a year apart. I pushed that thought out of my mind; we had two years before we needed to deal with that. I might not live out the next couple of weeks, let alone the next. She has her closet; the rest belongs to me. No decorating, moving things around or bringing over her pictures to hang. Chapter 4: July 4th weekendThe strangest weekend of my life (so far).One day during the week, Jocelyn came to see me. She wanted to know how to deal with the upcoming July 4th. Since before Emma, her parents, Steph and Sal, would join them for a July 4th cookout. It was a big deal for her parents. But this year, it fell on a Saturday. How do we handle this she asked. . She stayed still for about thirty seconds or so, wiggling her ass just a little and kissing him. Then, slowly picking up speed, my wife started humping his cock, getting faster with each passing minute or so. After a little while her ass was just a blur from where I was. She was fucking this guy furiously. I couldn't hear anything, but knowing her, I was sure she was gasping and moaning and saying stuff under her breath like she usually does when she's fucking, like "Oh, yeah!", and "Fuck!". I didn’t know him well, had only met him two or three times before, and I’d always thought he was a strange kind of guy, even if he seemed to be pretty jolly, and I told him I was sorry, I only sold new books. He didn’t seem disappointed, on the contrary, he even left only after buying a comparably expensive book.And now Susanne was here ... and obviously wanted something from me. Every time I passed the reading corner, she looked me in the eyes, and we smiled at each other. We didn’t talk.