So now, we are here. I want you to quit your job and set up practise with me – and I want you to marry me.’ ‘Yes Peter, of course I will marry y...ou.’ Was all I could say. I can’t explain that moment. I know it seems foolish. I have gone over it a hundred times wondering what it was that made me agree to be this man’s wife under those circumstances. Even after years of a happy marriage, when we tell new friends of how we met, it sounds incredulous. It was just all there was to do. Peter and I. "Woah, what happened here?" Abbie asked. "oh yeah, this is our new bedroom now" Maria replied, stuffing her phone in her pocket and smiling. Maria was wearing a grey vest top with matching sweatpants. "wait, ours?" Abbie replied, amazed. The room was considerably larger than her old room. There was an open kitchen area with an oven, microwave, kettle, dishwasher, washing machine and tumble dryer. There was a door to the left that led to an en-suite with a toilet, shower bath and sink. "pretty. I was unsure of how long either of us would be able to last. It seemed that he was as hot and bothered as I was. Maybe, I thought, it had a couple of days since he last had sex."Damn girl, you're the best lay I've ever had! It's been 3 days since I had any partner but my right hand. At this rate, if you keep milking my cock this way, I won't last very long at all! Would your uncle have any problem with us spending the night together?" he exclaimed."Thanks! I don't think that my uncle would have. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feelingfresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could traceher…she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners ofour fields.I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I calledMansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me andimmediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected withthe scaffold. I was standing.