The next day, she came to me and asked for an oil massage. I just pretended to say no and eventually agreed to her request. Like the previous day, I l...fted her saree and petticoat, and her knees were still covered. I poured some oil on her legs and started massaging her.I did it with passion and excitement. I was touching her toes and heels, and she was enjoying it. Slowly, I started moving upwards. I slid my palms down her calf muscles and almost to her knees. I sent a little higher with every. He was a little late, it was almost eleven, though to her it seemed like it was very early. After all, she was kept up by Keenum until nearly four thirty!She closed her eyes, guilt going to war with arousal within her. She felt good in O.J.’s arms. She felt safe. She enjoyed her time with him, and was happy with him. So why was she always running to Keenum? Guilt won the war. She had to fight back the tears and she closed her eyes, feigning sleep to cover her inner struggles.How could she? Not. After motherhood, Candice got comfortable wearing leggings and not getting herself made up. She barely showered and had a nanny to help with the children. She became that wife who sat on the couch watching soap operas and eating bonbons. Vincent didn’t find his wife attractive anymore. She had traded her nice clothes in for more comfortable clothes. She must have gotten rid of her thongs and traded those in for "old lady panties." His wife barely showered and if she was lucky she might. "No, we can't do that. They're nice guys. I'll go down and let them in. They can watch TV while we get ready." But I don't want them here. I am still high from that darned Sam running away too soon. I want to make love to you, Alice." You get ready, Sue. Leave everything to me," Alice said over her shoulder as she ran out of the room pulling on her robe at the same time.The doorbell was still ringing as she opened it, breathing heavily from the exertion, and maybe something else, who knows."Hi,.