“You sure?”“Yes, I'm sure. I-Is there a shower around here, though?” I didn't hear the last part of the question as I was too busy staring at ...er nipples, now harder than gemstones, poking through the fabric of the front of her nightgown along with the outline of her breasts heaving and falling as she spoke and breathed. “This is starting to feel a tad uncomfortable now and damp.”“I-I'm sorry. I'm still trying to wake up; Could you repeat the question?” Better to feign still waking up than a. She feels his eyes noticing the tight jeans that hug her ass so nicely, feels his eyes upon the tight shirt that shows off her breasts without revealing a spot of skin. “Charles, I…”“Quiet! I do not want to hear it.” His voice sends shivers through her, wondering who this new man was. Wondering what was happening. Why it was happening. “Put your hands flat on the door.” Sandra places her hands on the door, her eyes going to the ring they had found together and that she hopes to one day pass on. Noorin: This is my room. I use this room now. The guest room is upstairs.Ron: Nazal asked me to use this room. He never told me this was no longer the guest room.Noorin: Nazal is so dumb. Bloody idiot!Ron: I hope I did not disturb you. I know how irritating it can be to have someone demanding your attention, especially when you are in the middle of something important. Hehe.Noorin: Oh, Please!Nazriya: Just shut up. Okay! Stop being a creep, now. And, get out before we think about telling. ” She shouted, before closing the door of her room behind her.No. I definitely couldn’t. This was strange indeed.I walked back into my own bedroom and sat at my desk, in front of my old computer. Wondering about what this could all be about.While I was opening the envelope I tried summoning memories of this man I had barely known.There wasn’t much to know actually. He was the most normal man I had ever met. I could not recall anything out of the ordinary about him. He would sometimes spend time.