Your mouth is so inviting, soft almost sweet. As our tongues danced together, I could feel the heat off your body, through our robes, you pressing you...self against me as if signaling me that you are giving yourself to me completely. Once we break our kiss, we stare into each other's eyes, sipping our drinks, enjoying our own comfortable silence.You place your drink down and walk over to the floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city. You are standing back from the window, enjoying the view.. She now knows that Denzell was behind that door watching her naked body being massaged.She finished her shower and dried herself and wrapped the bathrobe around her naked body and tied the string at her waste and went back into the massage room. Both Daisy and Ruth were wearing loose-fitting pink two-piece track suits and Daisy took Rachel’s hand and guided her over to Ruth who was by the table. Ruth reached out and immediately undid the string as Daisy pulled the bathrobe off Rachel leaving. In fact he was addicted to pornography. The Internet, DVDs, and videocassettes everything but magazines and prostitutes were freely available in his hometown. These gave him an outlet for the sexual heat; they didn't satisfy him. The thing was that after years of jerking off, he was sick of it. He wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. He just didn't want to marry to taste it. With Nargis around, he somehow reasoned that he could get to taste sex without the marriage proviso. He had. He wanted them to know. He wanted them to feel the pain he felt. He wanted them to feel the pain of loss – not so personal as his, perhaps, but he wanted them to feel lives slipping through their fingers.He lifted up the picture which had adorned his desk from the beginning. She was a beautiful young woman with bright brown eyes, soft brown hair and a face which should have been gracing the covers of vids – definitely not gracing the covers of MIA reports. Or Death notices. She had been so.