"Ugghhhhhh!" Melissa groaned in surprise, her eyes popping wide with the unexpected shock that shot through her.
Oh, Jesus, she thought, feeling the dampness of her nightie between her legs, she was cumming. She was cummming. Oh… Jesus… Jesus… Jesus… she… was… cummmmmmmming!
In the bathroom, John finished wiping off his cock and hung the wet washrag back on the towel rack. As he did so, he was hoping his wife would use that particular washrag to clean off her face in the morning.
Chapter 2
Marne Davenport shut the book in her lap and looked up as if she were on the verge of saying something. Seeing her husband seemingly engrossed in the paperwork scattered on top of the bed, Marne apparently decided not to say whatever it was she had been going to. Instead, she laid the book to the table beside her chair and got up.
She crossed the room to the large window that looked out on the manicured lawns, geometric gardens, swimming pool and cabana. It was a beautiful house. It really was. Marne hoped Creagon and his sister would decide to keep it. There was plenty of room for four people to live comfortably on the premises without getting in each other's way. There would have been plenty of room for children, too. AND, Marne did want children. Now that Creagon was due to get half of the inheritance, money wouldn't be quite so tight; and, they could start their family without further waiting.
And, if the two families did decide to move in together, Marne would have the chance to get reacquainted with her brother…
Creagon had sensed his wife's movement, but he finished reading the document in his hand. It was paperwork from the office; although, he didn't know why he was bothering. He was half owner now of Davenport Electronic International, wasn't he? He really didn't have to worry too much about his own struggling little electronics firm, did he? Not any more.