He put my suitcase in the back with his gear and then helped me get in the truck. He was always such a gentleman.The drive to the lake was very scenic...and I spent most of it just admiring the scenery. Once we got there, Mark unloaded the truck and I set about getting things organized.I'm what Mark calls a "nester" and for the next couple days, this was going to be our home so I made it comfortable. Mark knew enough to let me do my thing indoors and he went to check out the outside of the cabin. The Hatter had seen this as an opportunity to make a quick exit, but had been stopped by Commissioner Gordon at gunpoint. The longtime lawman had clocked Jervis Tetch in the skull with the butt of his pistol and had pried Catherine out of the demented villain’s clutches.Currently, Batman stood glaring at the defeated Mad Hatter. The unconscious bodies of the Gotham City police officers were strewn around him on the warehouse’s floor.“Callooh! Callay, Batman!” the Mad Hatter exclaimed. He looked. I finished my coffee, but there was still no sign of her. It had been almost ten minutes, time I didn’t have if my wife was on her way home. I really had no idea how long her shopping trip would be.I got up and went halfway down the corridor toward the bathroom.“Are you alright, Kimberley?” I asked.“Yes sir, almost done. I’ll be just a minute,” I heard her say from behind the bathroom door.I waited in the hallway a moment. Then I decided it might be a bit strange when she did come out, a grown. She didn't want to cum, she had been ordered not to.She pushed my head away from her cunt, but I looked up at her saying, "I want you to cum for me Jean. I want to taste you as you cum."She looked down at me, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. Her face red, she watched me as she pulled my face back to her clit. She watched me until she exploded in orgasm, crying my name as she came.We lay very still for a long time, my face resting on her thigh, as she slowly calmed.