Sabine introduced me to the boot and moved the shoe. It wasn't long before I couldn't hold my juice anymore and shot it all in the boot. I took a deep...breath. She put the shoes back as they were. We nodded to each other. "That stays between us, get it?" Without a word I left the cabin through the shower, Sabine went through the normal door. I was about to leave when I noticed her white socks. With one movement I tucked both of them under my underpants. Nothing should be noticed during a. Since before you split up with Jason I suppose. Why didn't you say anything?" "Oh, I don't know. We've both been stupid obviously..." We paused for a few seconds, but it was a different type to the pauses before, and we kept eye contact, then both leaned forward, a little hesitantly, until our lips met. Lifting the hand that she wasn't holding, I gently brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, placing it around her head to pull her closer as our kiss became steadily more. She was going with the sweet, innocent, good wife with a slutty spin today. She finished the hair and makeup prep and walked over to her closet to pick a robe. Black, no; red, no; pink, not quite; white, yes white! How much more innocent a color than white? She loosely tied the robe around her waist. She stepped into a pair of silver heels and went out into the kitchen. It was almost noon and the quiche was finished. She took it out to cool and got out two plates and set the table. She still. I want to be with you, and be your wife.”“And I want you to be my wife.”“We’re out of sight of the house,” Elizaveta said impishly, “could I have a kiss like a wife?”“In about five months, I’ll kiss you EVERYWHERE!” I teased.“Don’t be mean!” Elizaveta protested.I took her in my arms and we exchanged a soft, loving, deeply sexy French kiss. She moaned softly and pressed against me, though our heavy Winter coats prevented us from close contact. We held the kiss and hug for a minute, then resumed.