I folded my fingers slightly and slid them between her ass cheeks. When I had two fingers against her rosebud and two against her pussy, she moaned an... clenched her buttocks, holding me there. I could feel the warm, moist heat of her nether parts. She looked down at me, smiled and released her buttocks. I withdrew my hand and brought my fingers to my nose, all the while looking into her eyes.My nostrils were assailed by a pungent odour. After all, she was several hours passed her morning shower. . ,” I said as I began to cut up some garden veggies for the sauce and Becky got to work on browning the hamburger meat.“I know, it’s fucking awesome, ain’t it? No Mom and Dad checking up on us, telling us that we can’t kiss, can’t make out, can’t go down on each other, can’t feel each other up, can’t have sex, can’t engage in some perfectly healthy sodomy, etc. Can’t snuggle up naked together in bed or on the sofa, can’t cook naked or half-naked together ... you get the picture. None of which. She looked at me with a puzzled face, I said don't ask and led her into the sitting room and seated her on the couch. I took the chair opposite her and began the interview. I told her who I was, how I came into some money and that I was looking for a woman to pretend to be my wife, the aforementioned Nora, while I lived out my deepest and darkest fantasies with her help. I told her I was willing to pay 100,000 dollars a day for a fulltime companion. That if I was happy with her conduct that. I was so scared when I took her home after a school disco. At 15 it was the first time I had ever been with a girl and when we got off the bus at her housing estate she started to kiss me and rub my erection. She was so confident as I was stammering out some rubbish, I was shit scared!Move on 7 years we got married, we never had intercouse over that period but now I know she was very sexually active with young male cousins and also, it turned out, her art teacher at school.Just before we got.