. and that, she would have viewed me sleeping with Diana to be a betrayal.“I ... Lisa ... what? I ... I think...” I stammered before I paused and ...ilently cursed myself for how dumb I sounded at that moment. After mentally slapping myself on the face, I asked, “What are you saying?”Her voice trembled a bit as she whispered, “I’m saying ... God ... I’ve been trying not to ... but I’m falling for my workout buddy.”I found myself overloaded at that moment. The headache, the semi-rejection because. She replied to wait so that she will also join with me as she want to go out for some shopping, after 30 minute, we started to my home and I was about to change my dress and asked her to wait for some time. I decided to take bath and kept hot water through electricity. We starting husk and we have a good fun time for next 15 minutes.Sometime unintentionally I touched her, rubbed her thighs and fight with her. Suddenly she questioned me that what the opinion on her was. I replied that you are. Our parents were deeply religious, life was sacred to them in all its glories but masturbation was considered a sin. If they had seen what I was doing in Mary's bed i'm sure they would have condemned me forever, yelling sinner, repent, repent, or some bullshit like that.Once, well, more than once, I even went into her room when she was sleeping. Right up to her bed I went with my dick in hand. I must have blown quarts of my sperm into the tissues I brought with me.One morning we were in the. My heart was beating quicker than normal while she soaped up my skin and trailed the razor over it. At first my legs were liberated of any hairs, not that there were many to begin with. Then she did my arms, and I couldn’t resist and ran a finger over the freshly smoothed skin. It felt like silk, and I liked it. It tickled like hell when she shaved my armpits, the buzzing razor head dancing over my skin like a small vibrator, but her hissed commands kept me motionless, and forcing myself to.