He felt her tears soak his shirt. She trembled in his arms. He tightened his embrace slightly. He wanted to take her pain away. He wanted to be the on... to hurt and suffer and have to go through all this. Not her – not his Caitlyn. Pain filled his heart at the thought of losing her. The chances were slim but they were still there. He refused to go down that route. He focused on her. She was calming down some. She had stopped trembling. He pulled back and lifted her chin to look at her. She took. Henry was an excellent cook and host. As expected, Wendy and Jeff excused themselves and went to the bedroom.When the thumping and moans and groans died down (Wendy was such a noisy fuck), Henry took some fresh drinks to the copulating couple. They were sitting up against the headboard. Jeff had his arm around Wendy’s shoulder and his hand was cupping a lovely full breast. His half-hard schlong was on the thigh nearest her where she idly fondled it. With her legs together, Henry couldn’t see. ."Some time later, we were dozing in a tangled heap when there was a firm rap on the room door. Shit, I thought, wondering, after all, how this sort of thing would go down with the management of a small country hotel, but pulled myself up out of the bed anyway, kicking some of the more blatant evidence out of sight even as I found and pulled on a robe, wrapping myself in it as I pulled open the door.It was Colin, the architect, looking a bit embarrassed ... and Rosie, leering at me from over. ”Durdana looked at her naïve son, but did not reply. They both were engrossed in their thoughts. Nawaz thinking that how an impossible thing became possible – so easily? And Durdana thinking how matters will shape up for the family back home with her husband Zareef and daughter-in-law Kulsoom around. Several minutes passed in silence. Then there was a tap on the door.“It must be Lisa – she promised to come in the afternoon,” Nawaz said going toward the door. Yes it was Lisa. But she was not.