So far from him, three hours drive was an eternity and a breath to lovers. He needed her and wanted her to understand. So he writes, ‘Dear xxxxx..�... No, not correct, he rewrites. ‘Dear xxxxxxx, Our time together was too sweet for my memories, I feel them, like in those silly romance movies we never watched together, filled with background music. Yes, I can actually remember our times together as if floating in a song…’ He pauses a long moment, knowing that while the music he speaks of could be. ” She replied to me with a big grin on her face. “Why don’t you get rinse off, dry yourself, put on some sweats and cum in the living room, I want you to do something for me.” She said as she closed the shower curtain and left the bathroom.Getting my hopes up, and knowing I could still masturbate later, I decided to do as she had instructed. I rinsed off, got out of the shower, to find that my wife had left the bathroom door open about 6-8 inches, so if anyone walked down the hall while I was. ” She snorted, then leaned off the door. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves, and I went around behind her to receive the coat. Once it was off her, and in my hands, I dropped it at our feet. She looked over her shoulder at me, silently asking what the hell are you doing?, then I pressed myself up against her ass and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back against me. She let out a quiet moan as she felt my stiff cock pressing against her ass crack through our clothing. I grinded. That’s doubly so because you made the point about her dad not letting her date. Tasha MAY have assumed that was the point — she can’t date, so she can’t do enough stuff with me to keep me happy in her current situation, and by that I don’t mean with sex.”“What do you think will happen?”“I have NO idea. A lot depends on what was said to Deacon Vasily or Matushka Alexandra. I simply don’t know. And right now, my ONLY goal in that regard is to avoid any kind of scene at church, or in public, for.