Speaking of that, I need to check on your stitches to see how your wound is doing.”After putting the items she would need near her husband, she thor...ughly washed her hands using dish detergent before slinging most of the water off, not wanting to touch anything she didn’t have to.While kneeling beside him, she carefully grasped the edges of the dressing and lifted it away. Since it was actually resting on his hair, it wasn’t stuck to the wound.The swelling had diminished only slightly, and the. She walked around admiring the fabulous room and incredibly tasteful decor before hearing the door close behind her, turning around she found the concierge had placed her bags on the floor and left.On a sideboard running along the far wall between two separate sets of French doors, both leading out to the large balcony that overlooked the beach and crisp blue ocean, she found a large bouquet of flowers and a note. Opening the envelope she detected the faint sweet scent that came from the paper. She put an astute effort in not letting off but a sound, but I could feel it vying to escape her throat. I felt her hands almost trying to grasp mine. Her whole chest was under tension, her breasts leaning into me, wanting to get away, but that would make her lungs exhale, which was the other side of her dilemma; I could feel that she left her mouth open so gently, as if she whispered soundlessly to my ear, torn between spiting me to stop, and begging me for more. I was too close to not break. We stood just a few inches away from each other. I was looking at her and her at me. My eyes wondered from her eyes to her cheeks and lips, neck, breasts, nipples, belly between her legs, thighs and reached her feet. When I looked at her face again, her gaze was fixed at my erect pole. I held her arm and pulled her towards me. She bumped into me and we hugged each other standing like that for a few minutes. My cock was poking into her pussy. Mehak’s nipples were sticking into my chest. We.