Do you have anything to drink?” Marion got them both a glass of wine, put the bottle on the table beside her and sat on the chair opposite him. Gary...sat there for a few moments, bowed his head and mumbled into his glass. “This is one of the hardest things I have had to do, Marion. I am sorry but I cannot marry you on Saturday.” Marion was so shocked that she just sat there. She couldn’t believe this. She thought that she was in a dilemma for telling Gary about Mick. She realized that she had. ”“I will. I’ll think about it.”I continued stroking her back. “I was thinking ... When’s your lease up?”“End of September.”“That’s coming up.”“It’s a couple months away yet.”“What I’m thinking is ... if, by the end of September you and I still feel like we do ... you should move in.”“You want me to move in with you?”“If, when your lease is up it feels right, then yes. Think of it ... You’ll have a gas range. You can charge your car in the garage and not string an extension cord across the lawn.. Their mouths met and clung, tasting each other as her arms closed around his shoulders. His tongue invaded her mouth and met hers in a mating ritual as old as time. Slowly he lowered his weight onto her. His knee moved up her thigh and he felt her legs part in response. His hand moved down her body to touch the hair that grew over her womanhood. He slipped a finger inside the folds and felt her quicken in response. He pushed further and felt the slickness of her desire moisten his fingertip.. .. what the hell did I do? Then she wound both of her little arms around my arm and pecked my cheek. All of my doubts melted away in a warm haze, and I pulled her close. She slid in to my lap and rested against my chest."Welcome home," I told her, grinning. She laughed a little. I put my hands around her waist to meet at the base of spine where I could feel her vertebrae. She ground her hips down in to my hard cock and I could feel the heat of her cunt even through my pants. I undid her cutoffs.