Her eyes, inundated with pleasure, screamed at me to continue until I was done.So I repositioned myself, and managed to squeeze myself back into her g...ts despite the dildo cramping the passage and the clamping of her vaginal walls. I plunged deep into her and began to fuck her, the impending end drawing nearer and nearer with each glide of lubricated skin over skin.The floodgates opened, and my thrusts became stronger and slower. My breaths came ragged as the pleasure wave rose until the fluids. Just thinking about how passionate sagar had been in the afternoon was making her wet all over again. She had been so desperately waiting for this time. No worries for returning to her husband at the end of the day. No fears of being caught. Just her and her lover in this whole new world. And she wanted to make it more special while it lasted.Nandita came out of the shower and then gently dried herself and wrapped the towel around her naked body. Sagar was still asleep when she stepped out of. And … don’t put clothes on … I didn’t. I’m not done with you. ; )He reread the note, smiled and felt a stirring in his penis. He stripped off his underwear and rushed downstairs. He found her in the kitchen. As she indicated in her note, she was naked. She was also busy cleaning some vegetables in the sink, the water running as she worked, rinsing carrots, celery, tomatoes, and lettuce, then putting them in a strainer to drain.He walked up behind her, not intending to surprise her, but the. Were they deliberate? Were they just scuff marks from, perhaps, her sleeve. I took the magnifier and examined the marks. Surely, they were deliberate, even if indistinct? I’d never have seen them without the light, but magnified, they were there.I started to note the words under which they appeared and something heart-breaking appeared.In the first sentence, the words marked read, “I - hate - him.” The second paragraph, which made no sense at all, was still more disturbing. “Truth -.