I also told him that I was so drunk I was about to pass out, so I needed to go to bed. But this guy could consider my house as his house, and to feel ...free to do what he liked.With that to be said, I walked up the stairs. I noticed that my wife was passed out lying on her stomach indeed. So, I deviously placed her on her back, slid her dress up to reveal just the bottom of her black lace panties. I noticed that her pussy was slightly exposed for anyone to see, including the man downstairs. And. I opened the door to see Emmy standing on the porch, with her bike leaning against house next to the garage.“I thought you might need a friend,” she said.I wasn’t supposed to have girls in the house when nobody else was home, but I didn’t think I’d get in trouble at this point. Emmy’s dad might have a fit, but I sure wasn’t going to tell him, and I knew she wouldn’t.“How about we get some Cokes and sit on the patio?”“Sure!”We walked through the house to the kitchen, I got two Cokes, opened the. You can have orgasms anytime, but I -" I'll refrain too, my dear. It won't be easy, but I'll do it. Will that make it easier for you?"He said yes. I knew I wouldn't be able to tease him much during that time, or he might give in to his impulses. No, I wanted him to wait the two weeks. My pussy would get wet enough just thinking of his struggle to deny himself release until the wedding night.I thought of that a lot during the busy days leading up to the wedding. Many times I felt like bringing. I got up and walked out; the cafeteria walls were stifling. She didn't follow me or say anymore. There was nothing left to say.I left the building and just walked. I walked for a long time. In the end I was back to where I had started walking, back at Mercy General. I'd thought it out—sort of—walking was good for thinking, always had been. There were a few things I needed to collect before I left, and I was leaving. I headed for my office. I heard a voice from behind me call my name as I strode.