I sometimes host charity events at my residence. I don’t live alone. I even have a butler. No, his name is not Jeeves and he’s not British. He’s...Harold Gray, a professional butler trained at the Central California Butler Bureau. He’s alright. And the man doesn’t come cheap. You might wonder about my romantic life. I’m single. I’m not seeing anyone. With my hectic work life, I don’t have time to meet anyone. Truth be told, I’m not sure if I want to meet people. The civil branch of the firm has. . "Okay!," she said to us, "I just knew youwould! If you'll follow me, we'll get you fitted!," I started alongbehind her, as did Janet, but... "Oh! I'm sorry dear, but it'll be justher. You can wait out here, or maybe you can go have a coffee? It'lltake about three hours, okay?"Janet did not like it, but she had no choice, but she left, saying thatshe would be back in three hours. Since the malls weren't even openyet, it really didn't matter. We would get there in plenty of time. Iwas told to. I said goodbye and hung up the phone.“What’s wrong?” Sofia asked, sitting up in bed.“Becky tried to commit suicide. She took an overdose of something.”“Oh no! And you’re going to the hospital?”“Yes. But I think I’m going to call her parents first. The police will call, I’m sure, but I feel the need to do it.”Sofia got out of bed and came over and put her arm around me. I dialed the number in Indian Hill that I’d memorized so long ago and waited as the phone rang repeatedly. I decided to simply. This woman, this incomprehensibly sexy unimaginably beautiful woman who’s stolen my heart, is my wife now. I could only wonder how in the world did I accomplish this feat? I ducked down, allowing my penis to spear her between her thighs, resting against her steaming pussy, smiling at Kiva’s breathy sigh. A hand splayed under her breasts pressed her gently back against me and I buried my nose into her hair and sighed. Her hair smelled of sweat and something fruity and wonderful, her skin warm.