I shared my past with her on our honeymoon, but then never really told her anything else. I thought it was my burden to bear. The pain of bearing this...heavy burden would have been so much less, had it been shared. And it turns out, she ended up knowing most of it anyway! Such are the small ironies of life.As I stated, I have made many mistakes. But the one I regret the least is Wilma. We met when I was touring one of our plants in Ohio, in the summer of 1952. We spent the weekend together and I. We were happy, though, as the last year would now be easier.Even though we had been tired and busy all spring, we had always made time for Lily. I guess that we had not been careful enough, since at some point someone must have injected her with a gramophone needle! Neither Marie nor I were really talkative persons, but to our Lily the silence was an empty space that had to filled with questions, singing or storytelling. Yes, she was the storyteller of her own plays. In fact, I recorded some of. I figured once I got my financial situation in good shape, I would divorce the bitch.At the end of the second year of our separation, Jan was gone for most of the week. When she returned home, she looked different. She had plastic surgery done to her face and had breast enhancement work done. She looks at least ten years younger. 'I wondered how she paid for the enhancement work done on her, ' I thought to myself. I knew that both of our insurances would not pay for that type of surgery."You. I mumbled “hmmm… you are not going to let me sleep without making me your wife and quenching your thirst….ok I’m awake for you and your pulsating cock that is so eager to dig a deep tunnel in my ass”. I started returning his kisses and sucked his tongues whenever he pushed it deep into my mouth and offered him my tongue for him to suck. I took my right arm behind me and held his cock in my palm and started massaging his cock and rubbing its thick bulb between my ass cheeks and on my butt.