A strong gust of wind blew through the opened doors and across the room. The curtains danced wildly in the wind and the fire extinguished. “I miss ...ou,” she cried out with more tears rolling down her cheeks. In the cold air a warm sensation hit her as a pair of hands landed atop her shoulders and caressed her working their way to her neck. Again something warm, this time on her forehead, a pair of lips as they kissed from her forehead to her nose. She did not however open her eyes for she knew. Hadn't aged even a little. Which, I noted in passing, fit both with the idea that our aging was determined by our power and the one that emphasized the amount of time we'd spent in the mortal world. Jack, in contrast, looked a lot different. He'd packed on several dozen pounds of muscle. Whereas before, he invited comparison to a beanpole, having been all height and virtually no bulk, he now cut a rather imposing figure. His face could have been chiseled from stone. Actually, all of him looked. My hands were squeezing both her boobs from behind while my lips were busy planting hot kisses, and my tongue licking her exposed back and neck. As my passion rose I began disrobing her. (Trust me guys, foreplay with a girl clad in a saree can be incredibly exciting.)Now she was only in her blouse and inskirt and looking unbelievably sexy. I pushed her down on the bed and again started kissing her all over. Despite my masculine force against her Ramya managed to push me over and got on top of. She behaves like any adult woman I've ever been around. There's no reason for me not to treat her that way, with the exception of the law. The only bar we go to is the club, so we never even get questioned." I'm sure they know better Tom, but what about the sex. Isn't there any problems with that?" No. As far as anyone is concerned she is my date, and with that ring, we play it off, as she's my wife, so nobody really ever questions the fact that we are obviously living together." My biggest.