There was still much exploring to do in my new home. Rooms upon rooms full of old newspapers and various collected objects, a closet stacked high with... coffee cans and mayonnaise jars and a room with bags and bags of old wigs. "Max you were one odd Duck!" I said to no one in particular.I spent the next few days cleaning out the spare rooms, I spent a sizable chunk of my inheritance returning some luster to the Manor and by weeks end it looked spectacular. That night I had the most vivid dream I. We lived about 30 miles apart in difference cities and with work and our busy lives, getting together proved to be difficult. A couple of weeks had gone by, we had talked a number of times on the phone but not much beyond that. Finally a free weekend presented itself, (free for me), I got in my car and headed to her place, I didn’t call thinking I would surprise her. The real surprise ended up being on me.As I drove up to her house I noticed a car in the driveway unfamiliar to me, rather than. Slowly, i pulled out my cock and it was already erect, her milky brown skin excited me to no end as i slid the head slowly into that tight wet hole, at first i didnt feel much, but the second stroke, i could feel the wetness and it was pure heaven! We both knew she knew it was cheating but subconciously this was the only way for her to justify her need for sex and the act of betrayal so i played along because i really wanted her body and my slow wet strokes soon turned into deep, methodical. I was extremely glad that I had also been told some things, some important things by my dressmaker. Probably the most important thing that she said to me was that I needed to remember that this man would now be my husband, and whatever he said, was what I should do. And although some things would seem very strange, eventually I would learn to love him and all that he wanted of me. As my honeymoon passed, I found her advice to be the best preparation I had gotten and I fell madly in love with my.