He fingered my pussy till I came all over his hands, I sat down breathing heavy in the shower. He was still standing and his cock was just above my he...d. I looked up at him and then grabbed his cock. I stroked his cock and went on my knees to suck it. Dad had turned off the shower and his hands were pulling my head more onto his cock. “Fuck! You are so good,” He moaned and then pulled out his cock from my mouth. I knew what’s next, I got up and we looked at each other. “Let’s go to bed,” he. Do you love her?"He considered, which was really enough of an answer in itself. If someone asked me that about Alistair, I wouldn't have to hesitate. "I ... do, I suppose, but ... it's not romantic. I care for her, but I'm not in love with her, if that makes sense." It does. Hard to be married to someone in that situation." She feels much the same, which is why we managed to put up with each other, I suppose. She was rather better at the whole 'running a country' thing." If that was true, why. The Hall was buzzing, full-staffed and fully occupied. I was thirty-three years old, and I'd been working flat out for two long years. Em had been complaining, no longer as mildly as at first, that I always seemed to be too tired to make love, and had begun to threaten that she would soon seek serious retribution for my neglect of her needs. A few days later, I was up at six, already looking at my wall planner, at the myriad notes of meetings galore, interviews and fund-raising, I remembered. ?While I was thinking on all the above mind boggling questions he replied “No force, if you wish to then I would be happy. If you don’t agree also don’t think I may leave you. You are my wife forever”. Those lines were heart touching. At that moment I wanted to hug him tightly and say, I love you too Viju, you are my world. I said in a soft, lovely voice “your wish”. I just can’t explain how happy he was in just words. I think if I was there he would have grabbed me and started kissing me.