"You're fortunate, man," I reminded myself. I knew that as well. I had a bit of flashback from that Sunday night brush with severe legal wrangling if ...ot outright death itself."What if you'd lived and Girl was killed?" I'd not considered that possibility until this moment."How 'bout you dying and Girl living?" Cully, don't leave me here."Why did I keep pondering her words from our wedding night?"Christ, I pray it's not a harbinger." Me too."And then I answered myself:"Because it's germane to. All I can hear is him panting, begging for more. I thrust harder, taking him deeper. Each time I know he’s nearly going to orgasm, I slow down. I do as he has always done with me. Moving deeper, grinding into him, I stop stroking his cock and begin to smack his arse again. I fill him deeply with my cock. The control has me more turned on than actually fucking him; I want to come so badly. I’m not done with him yet. No, not yet. I want to make this tease last as long as I can, knowing he’ll be. I couldn't park this close to class. When can I move in?"I laughed, "As soon as you're ready to start vacuuming." Tomorrow?"I nodded.We quickly settled into a routine. I noticed that the kitchen was always clean when I got home. The place always seemed to be picked up and the dust bunnies were permanently banished. Once a week clean clothes would show up in a basket on my bed. They weren't ironed but this was still way better than getting up on a Monday morning and finding the underwear drawer. I guess I got a little distracted because I suddenly heard them giggle. I had been outright staring at the sexy little brunette. Plus, they were looking right between my legs! I really needed to rub myself but I couldn’t not right then.The girl asked me if I wanted to use the mirror. She said she was sorry for hogging it and asked me if I thought she looked good in the dress. I swallowed hard and composed myself as best I could. I told her that I thought she looked very sexy and that she had.