She sat down and looked around the apartment.She sat down and looked around the apartment. "You have so little furniture -- but it will make moving easier," she said brightly. I sat in the chair next to hers'. Moving? I wasn't planning on... Victoria faced me, obviously expecting me to say something. I figured that asking the earliest question on my mind might be a good place to start. Any new ones could wait. "Excuse me, but I know your name is Victoria, and we've had really great sex the past three nights, but exactly _who_ the fuck _are_ you?" Her eyes got a faraway look when I said "great sex." Victoria nodded, smiling, and half to herself said, "Yes... _wonderful_ sex." My cock stiffened. NOT NOW, I forced myself to think. She came back from her reverie a few seconds later, and in an "I'm-surprised-that-you-would-ask" tone of voice, replied, "I am your wife. You said you wanted me, and that you would have me." I took a deep breath. "R-i-i-ight." This wasn't going anywhere. |