I tried to write something in the ledger every night. There was something about carefully and laboriously scratching my thoughts in the journal that h...lped me relax. Also, writing out my thoughts seemed to bring them into focus somehow. After meeting Feleena formally tonight, all the questions I had, came bubbling back up again. Too bad writing didn’t give me the answers.After sitting there stewing for a few minutes, I decided once again that my best course of action would be to keep myself. One evening recently, I was curled up under hubby’s arm in front of the fireplace. We were both naked. It was so comfortable sitting there with his arm around me and my breasts pressed up against his body. My eyes were fixed on his lovely manliness illuminated by the firelight. It was swollen, but not erect. I was trying not to rub his thigh or caress since I knew it would react so sweetly to any tender affection I might show him. What a wonderful feeling just laying there against hubby,. ”“Because she knew you were intimate with Jocelyn?”“Yes. You didn’t actually tell her we were sleeping together, did you?”“No, but you have to figure she made that assumption when I made the comment about not being able to keep her man.”“Maybe. Her mind wouldn’t necessarily go there because she has a picture of me which doesn’t match reality.”“The reality that you’ve had sex partners beyond Jocelyn.”“Yes. That’s doubly so because you made the point about her dad not letting her date. Tasha MAY. As my left hand reached down to her pussy I rubbed the vertical lips. Her pussy felt like a mound of butter ready to melt in my hands. I inserted my hands in her pussy crack. I was shocked to see that she was already wet. I picked her and walked towards the settee.I slowly lifted up her saree till her hips. She was not wearing any panty which I told earlier. There was that cunt again. It was now wet and hot and ready for sex. I was so aroused; I bent down and kissed it. She had made me into a.