What's not to love about it? A large regency house overlooking Richmond park, of course I loved it and so, I thought, did Jackie. Now it was just an e...pty shell. All the happiness I'd known there was gone.I don't know how long I paced around the house trying to find something to be happy about. It got dark, it got light again but it meant nothing. I could hear the telephone ringing somewhere in the distance. I tried to think of the last time I was happy without Jackie. I remembered the holidays. "I pushed slowly into her at first, enjoying the warm wet tightness that I had been missing for so long. Plus I wanted her to enjoy this first slow thrust as well. When I was in as far as I could go, I began to back out equally slowly, scraping my cock against her walls and feeling her try to hold me inside her. I pushed my cock into her pussy again and she responded by pushing her hips up to meet me. God, she felt so good! I thrust forward once again, and she pushed against me, moaning. She. I have my own business and sometimes have to travel to Delhi for work.The story is about last month when I had to go to Delhi for some urgent work and had to stay the night there as my work could not be completed. As most of the corporate offices close by 6:00 pm, I was free and had time until next morning 09:30.I checked into a 5-star hotel in Delhi and contacted one of my couple friends who had visited me last time. I had a chat with him and asked him if he and his wife can come over. He. Here we go." I kept up a stream of chatter while I helped her to the shower. One part of my mind saying she shouldn't be in the shower the other screaming shut up you don't know what happened yet. "lets slide this off your shoulders." I tugged her robe gently. "Let me know when it hurts and I'll stop." I slipped the robe off and scowled at the marks on her shoulders and back. "Your back is open in places a shower is going to hurt." I know." she whispered.I turned the shower on mist and helped.