Everyone at school thinks we’re married because we have the same last name and we’re constantly kissing and touching each other. Yes, we now hold...hands in public and a lot more. PDA is a good thing. When we thought about marriage, we realized that though you need a license to get married, what good is that license? You never need to renew a marriage license. You never need to show a marriage license to anyone to prove you’re married. So, what’s the point? Neither one of us is. There was a cost to this of course and it was quite expensive but I was determined to join, this was a chance that I just had to take. My cunt had been aching for too long now and I really enjoyed the thought of cheating on my husband. I have always enjoyed lying to him anyway. Once I had passed all the screening to become a member my friend told me that my first outing there would be at the weekend and I need to let my husband know I was going out with her for the day. On arrival she invited. This time, I did get up from my chair and approach our marital bed where Jason and Claire were in residence. I stroked my beautiful wife’s sweaty brow, bent to kiss her and whispered to her, “That would be so hot baby. If my naughty little wife would take her black lover’s seed deep inside her married body, shooting it all the way into the womb that had given me two daughters. So hot baby!”Claire gave me a weak smile, and just about had the strength left to return my tender kiss, and then she. “You should be police detective here in America,” Uncle Bao startles me after thirty minutes of meditation. I never thought about what I want to do when I graduated from high school.“What’s it like,” I ask Uncle Bao.He stares across the valley as if he is thinking. “Very satisfying taking bad people off the streets. The world is better place without bad people. You do good as policeman. A lot of law enforcement in America. You do good in FBI or CIA.” I look at him surprised. “I am policeman, I.