’ Rosalie sensed it was hard for him to talk about so she changed the subject quickly. ‘Do I get to see the bedroom then?’ He smiled cheekily at...her. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Taking her hand again he pulled her off the sofa. He led her up the wooden stairs and through the door right at the top. Pushing it open, he walked into the bedroom pulling her behind him. Rosalie stepped onto the plush cream carpeting and curled her toes against its softness. He spread his arms out, welcoming her to. The memory faded again. I wanted to remember, but I couldn’t. Sitting there on the bed, tasting the signs of another woman’s sexual arousal, I found myself touching my nipples. Their sensitivity was heightened, almost matching that of my clit. I wanted to keep on doing it. I was kneeling on the bed, massaging and cupping my breasts, pinching the nipples until they could grow no further. I caught sight of my own reflection in the long mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. My excitement. “I don’t like it when you put that thing in me right after it’s pissed,” she complained. It was stupid, but there was no arguing with Melanie, so Bob trained himself to get up in the night and go, so that his bladder wasn’t full when she woke up. It was a habit he’d never broken, because he stayed mostly asleep as he did it, and didn’t feel like it made him tired. So the erection under the sheet she was lying on had nothing to do with his bladder. It was all about Alex.One can be awake, and. R chup kore chepe roilam ektupor aste aste chapbarate barate shamar vitore dhukate cheshta korlam. Koek bar cheshta kore r enek shahosh nea hat dea tar shamatafak korlam. Tarpor jiboner shob shahosh ek kore prothom bar norar ovinoi koreekta jore chap dilam, dhonta kisudur khalar shamar vitore gelo. Voe, chup koreroilam, abar aste aste chap baralam, purota dhokar por ber korte thaklam, abardhokalam. Evabe, chudte thaklam, khala kotha bolte bolte ghumie gelo r ami pranvore khalake chudte thaklam..