“Bloody hell, is that the time?” I said.“Woah, yeah,” she said.“I can head off if you want,” I said. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn�...�t want to seem presumptuous.“Stay,” she said, simply.A little while later, we made our way into the bedroom. Instead of turning on the main light, Kaye went over to the bed and switched on a string of fairy lights that were wrapped around the headboard. The room was small; containing just a queen-sized bed, two bedside drawers and wardrobes along one wall. It. We started dating and about a year later Connie got the job at the bank. I treated her to a good dinner at a local very good restaurant. At dinner, I asked her to marry me and she said yes.We were married at a local park by one of Connie’s friends. She was a preacher at a local church. It was a wonderful day, sunny and warm. The reception was at the letter carrier’s union hall and was catered by one of my cousins who did that kind thing as a business.Things were great for about two years, then. After Ann had left Tessa and I cleared away the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. While we were together in the kitchen she threw her arms around me and hugged me.“Thank you for taking care of my mum, it is so nice to see her happy again. You have no idea how tough the last few years have been?”I hugged her back but quickly broke contact. I had felt her lovely tits pressed against me through her T-shirt as she hugged me. As she walked back to the garden I gave her long legs and lovely bum a. Something I had asked her to do over and over again... Her other statement scared me even more: "It's your night tonight." I was going to have to fulfill one of her fantasies, without question or hesitation. It'd only be fair, as she had done so with me. But what kind of fantasy would she have? It would be something very specific, for sure. Knowing her, it could be complex too. Maybe it’d be something way too complex for me to fully understand - with all sorts of layers to it.