But another part of me knew it was difficult for him and was relieved he’d not blown up more at the news I’d screwed around with three young guys ...hile he was in Lagos. I remembered a couple of times at work seeing him really explode at people when he wasn’t happy with them, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.“Yes, dear,” I said, my tone and choice of words deliberately chosen to try and defuse the tension and heat in the room. I so nearly followed up with a line about maybe he’d also like me to put. Again, a little deeper. Again. Further still until he was hard against her.He pulled nearly all the way out then thrust in fully tearing through her resistance.The wave of her feelings washed over her, unstoppable this time. Crashing over her in a delicious wave of multiple delights.Her soft embrace grabbing, milking, coaxing his manhood to discharge his maleness deep inside her.He stopped, hard against her, exploding, spurting. Becky feeling every movement inside her, every spurt tingling her. Previous week when I was going back to my hometown, I saw my school friend in train going in a train. I was about to catch the train, and was searching a seat and found one lady calling. I saw her felt like I saw her face somewhere and got to know that it was my old school friend. She looking married and traveling to her hometown as well and was alone. She recognized me and offers me a seat and said she was waiting for any woman to come down since many men would grab the seat and be bully. “Do you want a shower?” she asked softly, while we made small talk about me and my muscular woes.I thought about it, then agreed, “Yes I should shower since I am just coming from work.”I think it was also the right thing to do, as well. I would not want to massage a somewhat sweaty body if it was me.Chelsey waited in the living room while I had my shower. I could not keep my excited erection contained at all. I wrapped the dampened skimpy towel around me and made my way back to the bedroom with.