I knew Marika too well to believe this was some temporary thing that would just blow over. My initial reaction was that this could be fixed, but deep ...own I knew that wasn’t true. After all these years together, I understood she wouldn’t do this unless she believed it was the right thing for her to do. I kept thinking about what I might have done wrong. All I could figure I was guilty of was loving her too much. But did I love her enough to let her go?The next day I tried to work as if nothing. Getting you a bit of shopping is no problem, but I have my car, so if you feel like a run out to the shops at any time, we can do that, too. And I'm not a bad cook, so if you want, I'll be happy to oblige, as well as doing a bit of housework for you, but from the looks of it, you aren't doing such a bad job yourself. Tell me, Bill, do you have family and friends who look in on you?" Not really family: my parents are long gone, of course. I have a younger brother, Michael, but I haven't seen him. I pulled her to me and she got up and came on the cot next to me. I asked your husband is there in that room. She said he is sleeping. I put my hand on the shoulder and she hugged me. We kissed on each other’s cheeks for some time and by then I was hot and I started to remove her blouse. She volunteered and it was off. Her breasts were very small about 28 And slightly looking down. I was happy since my wife’s require two hands to hold them this fitted in my palm each.Then I kissed her there and. As I was leaving the loo, opened the door and just trying to come in was the photographer, who smiled again at me when she saw me."oh here you are" she saidI smiled at her and said "were you looking for me?"there was a very short odd silence and then she said "well, depends" and smiled again.I thought of that comment as a hint, and my cock went full hard pushing my trouser, as if a monster was about to show up.then I added, "well, I would have loved that you told me that you were looking for.