She was squeezing it so softly I could barely feel it. But her hands were there, arousing me. Turning me on. Stop it! I say, cheeks blazing hot. I did...t even know why I got so mad all of a sudden. She recoils and frowns. Shrugging a delicate shoulder as she looks down, quite startled. I instantly regret it. I start to apologize but she turns and starts to walk out the door. I dont know what happens to me then. I thought of the many things that had gone through my mind. How much I wanted to. Chatne ke karnd vo phle jhad chuki thi to ab uski choot aur soft ho gyi thi maine andar na dalne ka faisla kiya aur apne lund ko uski choot pr upar upar se hi ghumata rha. Vo aur maclne lagi mujh chomne lagi bite kdne lagi aur apne nakhoon meri peeth par gadne lagi. Mai bhi pagal hue jaa rha thaa kyuki lund bar bar ghuman se mujhe goodgudi ho ri thi kyuki maine condom nahi phna tha.Usne fir mujh kaha ab bas karo aur dal do ab nahi ruka ja rha aur itna bolte hi vo apne pair jor se mere ko bada. We're both at fault over this, but sometimes it feels like we're just roommates or friends or something, not husband and wife. We hardly ever have sex anymore either, and when we do it's nothing to write home about. Our lovemaking has become dull . . . routine." I'm sorry to hear that, daddy." He didn't respond to her sincere statement, the words still rushing out of his mouth. "I just want you to know that I consider it a huge compliment that you might have wanted to do something like that. She slowly exhaled, and then I felt little tremors as I held her against me. I felt the hot wash of her tears on my chest and I did the only thing that I could think of—I held her tight and kept my mouth shut. Her crying was silent, and it wracked me with anguish that there was nothing I could do about it. I just held her close and let her silently cry.A tendril of panic began to gnaw at me. What if I’d somehow done something to cause her pain?! I went back over everything that had happened in.