Hopefully I recorded all the events and now I was having a real proof of her being a slut, and betraying me on my back. I could have confronted her on...the very on day but I wanted to know how intelligent Tarun was and how much he could have used her. So I decided to keep silent for few days. In terms of work Tarun was loyal but in terms of Neetu, he also betrayed me with it and I was in no mood to carry him for long. Though I gave him the opportunity myself but being honest he must have. My open mouth is an invitation and I am instantly unable to resist the need to touch your skin. My hands scramble at the waistband of your jeans, loosening your shirt from under the denim and your cinching belt. My fingers are cold and bloodless as they find the warm skin of your waist and my nails involuntarily scratch as my fingers find purchase. My hands snake under your shirt to your back and pull you closer to me willing the fabric between us to dissolve. The feel of your skin is. And breasts caressed.feeling my vagina being suckled.slow.deep. Long. Her finger gently stroked my nipple.pinching it.pulling it tight twirling my nipple. As I felt my breast being massaged in a heat wave. And my nipple bitten. Pulled. My legs opened, to this place, and a dark warm touch massaged my vagina.caressing my vagina with hot kisses and snuggles.licking my nipple softly. Kissing my nipple and breast.caressing in warmth my breast as she squeezed and stroked my nipple tugging softly.. No, we didn’t have sex that night, but I did move back into the bedroom. *** We saw doctors, several of them. We saw counselors, as well. It took time, because there was no ‘magic pill’, no simple or single solution to the problem. In fact, it was a combination of things. It turns out that Amanda was starting the process of menopause earlier than most women, and it had screwed her hormones up. She had also been taking some medications that might have been part of the problem as well, and we.