Probably in one of the surrounding shops. I started systematically folding off these stalls, but I couldn't find her in the first three. The fourth sh...p was a stand with oriental dresses. It seemed a little bigger and had a room behind the stand that was probably used as a warehouse. The booth was abandoned except for a teenager. I moved towards the back room and heard voices. Careful, I approached the curtain that delimited the room. At the back, I saw my wife standing between stacks of. Aahh, fuck I'm throbbing hard now, baby. My finger moves from your ass to your hot, wet cunt and back and forth as I rub your clit with my palm ...oooaaahhmmm... you draw long breaths and exhale quickly. You move your hand from my pulsing cock to my balls, this makes me move harder and faster against you and you let out a high pitched moan...you're gushing now, baby. Goddammit...I love making you feel good! Your hips are moving fast, your hand rubbing hard on my balls and making them tighten. ‘I do love you. But do we really need to get married? Right now? Mom must have been thinking something when she put that stuff in the trust about not getting married. I just wish I could talk to her.’ ‘I doubt that your mother would have considered a Cherokee ceremony a marriage, as such. And in fact, it’s not, by most people’s standards. It’s just some woman who has decided to let some guy move into her house. Or her mother’s house, more frequently. And her grandmother may live there too.. .. Wouldn't you agree? A wife gets abit lonely..." I was husband enough to provide you with this house, Grace! And allthis lifestyle you enjoy now... You were a low-paid nobody when I metyou... Let's stop kidding ourselves! Every bit of the wealth you enjoyis really mine! It was my family's..." Oh, stop it, Lindscom... You're so tiresome! It doesn't matter a figwhose wealth it used to be! Legally it's all mine now, every last penceof it, and I can to do with as I please! None of it is yours.