Fill out the paperwork with great anticipation

Molly clinged to your arm as if she was gathering the most precious pollen and the sweetest nectar from the most beautiful flower. She rubs her head and antenna against you, taking everything in.

At the front desk, Emily gets you a small stack of paperwork. Molly releases your arm only to wrap her arms around you from behind. You could get used to this. Your bitch of an ex wife never showed you affection in public. "Thanks Molly. This is nice." You say as you get to work filling in all the information.

Molly gets more eager by the moment, taking in your scent. She imagines the feeling of your hands over her body, caressing her chitin, slipping over her breasts, and ultimately collecting her honey from her sweet honey-hole with your tongue. A small buzz is heard from her as she vibrates lightly with excitement.

The paperwork isn't done soon enough. Nervousness starts to break through Molly as you finally finish up, but she's faced tougher crowds before as a musician. But this isn't some anonymous stranger to her. No, it's the man who finally agreed to be with her.

Finally, you turn around to face Molly and smile. "We're all done here. Shall we?" Molly nods and blushes as she looks down, noticing a drop of honey on the floor. She hopes you don't notice as she begins to lead you out of the building.

"Is everything okay, Molly?" You ask.

"Yeah. It will be." Molly replies, she waving to Emily as she walks out to the car with you. Two other people help haul her bags, guitar, and amp into your modest sedan, packing the trunk to the brim. One duffel seat even has to lay across your back bench seat.

It was tough to try to figure out how to get Molly safely seated in a car seat not designed for someone with an ass like hers. She sits awkwardly, halfway leaning back, halfway scooting forward, just to get in the car and buckled. She looks uncomfortable.

"Sorry. I'll get us home as soon as I can." You say and Molly nods. Her thoughts continue to stir regardless of her uncomfortable seating position. It doesn't take long for you to get to your modest apartment complex and park the car.

"Hey Jack? Molly asks, looking over to you. You look over to her. She looks ****. "Am I good enough for you?"

You smile and place your hand on her face. "Of course your are. Don't think such things, okay? Come on, let me help you out of the car and we can head inside."

Molly nods eagerly. "Yez. I've been ready for this for a long time. Bzzt."