I endured an x-ray, blood tests and I did finally get to pee in a cup for someone, as I knew I would.I had a provisional clean bill of health. But mom... informed me in her best Dr. Mom impression, that if any problems showed up when the tests came back, we would be heading back, and in the meantime she was keeping a close eye on me, and I was to 'be good'. I smiled and nodded and said 'Yes Mom' at the appropriate places, and then headed off to Parkin's Sporting Goods while she went shopping.Of. “It doesn’t feel too bad,” she said. “If I dab a little Vaseline on it, it should be fine.”“Sorry if I went too rough on you.”“Mmm, no, that’s the way I wanted it. The way you made me come with… you know, the way you made me come, it was so intense, I just felt like… I just wanted it really hard. I felt a little out of control.”“Me too,” I said. “When you started shouting for me to fuck you, I just… I had to do it.”“Mmm…” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as good as I feel right now.” She. I can now understand why the consummation of marriage is such an important ritual in some cultures. Since Sunday, when Kay planted the first seeds of hope in my mind, all through dinner, we were dealing with 'theory, ' with 'potential.' But as the night wore on, I wanted ... I needed it to become 'actual.' It was like there was this clock ticking away, and the longer we waited, the antsier I got. We, as a couple, were still too ephemeral for my tastes, and I felt like I'd waited long enough to. I did enjoy it. I’ve discovered over the years that the thing I miss the most about not being married is the intimacy, not the sex. Lying in bed with you was wonderful. Waking up with you naked was better. Finding my hand on your naked, furry pussy was the best. So, yes, I’ll spend the night with you.”“Stay there!” I almost yelled at her as I jumped out of the car. “Please let me open your door for you.”“Thank you.”She waited for me to run around the car and open her door. I offered my hand and.