As a fellow time traveler, you will understand the difficulty of living a second life, never being able to tell anyone about who you really are. Or al... that you can do. And now, looking back, I have many regrets about how I used my second chance.One of those regrets involves your grandmother. I so wish I had told her more. I shared my past with her on our honeymoon, but then never really told her anything else. I thought it was my burden to bear. The pain of bearing this heavy burden would have. It must have been around 1 when i kept my hand on her soft mounds and acted like i was sleeping, she rolled over and my hand went to her belly, then i felt it it was smooth as velvet, and i kept my hand roaming there for2- 3 mins this must have woken her up coz she adjusted her kameez and took away my hand, but i wasn’t gng to drop down, i boldly kept my hand up again and pretended to sleep, she reluctantly let it stay, then i moved my hands to her boobs and kept it on the right one her nipple. Then I'd give him a hint accidentally on where we would be buy leaving a book of matches or a note on his dresser from the pub we were going to be at. On the match book, I would write some think like, "See you at 4pm Jimmy, and I'm wearing your favorite panties baby. Well shit, this was enough to keep hubby on edge all day long. I loved being at the bar with my "Panty Date" and seeing my husband walk in and get his drink and grab a small booth directly behind where I was standing with my date. In the centre of the table was a blindfold of crushed dark blue velvet, there was nothing else in the room.She slipped her shoes off and the marble floor felt cold to her feet despite the fire warming the air in the room. With a little shudder she quickly removed her skirt and blouse folding them neatly on the table, she picked up the soft feeling blindfold and popped it over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her long blonde hair. Then placing her hands on her head she stood and waited. She.