As was to be expected she rushed out of the room with semen running down her legs and even after the shower had stopped she did not reappear before th... man left. It was a distraught wife that I joined in bed and it was not crocodile tears that were streaming down her cheeks as she cried and begged forgiveness for what had happened. She promised that it would never happen again, blaming the film and the way she had been aroused afterwards for loosing control. She cried even harder as she said. His hips press against hers, his hardness throbbing against her naked body. She can feel his heat. Her pulse quickens. She’s already let him go farther than she’s ever let anyone. Her body has been claimed by this man’s hands and mouth. She shivers, realizing she couldn’t stop him if she wanted to. Her own need screams through her veins. Her own desire pushes against her reserves of self-restraint. He shifts on top of her, positioning himself just outside. Her wet body presses against him,. M. She went into the room, and I came out to get some food for To Go, and bought a bottle of vodka. I reached hotel by 9 p.m. and when she opened the door her body spray fragrance filled the room. it was so fresh, I went into bathroom for shower. By the time I came out I saw the food was placed on the table, neatly arranged with candle and she switched off the lights and I can see her, in candle light, it was so romantic. She took out the bottle of vodka, poured into the glasses and we sipped. We will not be seeing Ganda's family for two weeks. I tell her to give me time; she finally agrees to give it a rest.Ganda has also gained weight. Five kilos to be exact. That isn't going to work. I tell her that nothing will stop me from marrying her with one exception. She has to get that weight off. Now Ganda is crying but I am not going to give in on that. It is on that somber note that we go to bed that night. Me in the middle and a girl on each side.The next day Ganda is moping around and.