Thoughts of a home cooked meal, a hot shower and some relaxing fill your mind. She’ll be waiting for you, with a welcoming smile and a soft kiss. A ...imple thing, but you’ve come to expect the warmth of routine. You open the door and are greeted by a quiet melody drifting from a candle lit room. The scent of jasmine flows through the air as your eyes scan the surroundings. On the floor is a blanket, spread beneath a single closed basket. A warm glow emanates from the fireplace, and candles. She's sober and knows the curtain is see through & I'm gonna cum in my pants the second I go in there & I won't be able to hide that, I thought. I cracked the door an inch or two and said "Yeeeeessss?" Come in, and would you grab that washcloth from the shelf" Macy asked in the cutest voice I've ever heard.I obliged, steam building up on the mirror and tiles. Sweat immediately started forming on my brow. I could see her nipples and her soapy pussy, she was facing me and not trying to hide at. She cursed her uncle, God, the doctors and anyone else she could think of. When I told her that I loved her she made some kind of comment about half a woman or something. When I suggested adopting she looked at me like I had just murdered a child. She ran into her room and I didn't see her for two days.Things really went downhill for the next six months. Out love life was almost non-existent. The few times that we tried sex I could tell that she was just submitting to me. After the fourth month. She sat up straight, with perfect posture, actually everyone’s posture was good. Knees were together, not a pair were crossed. Renée gripped her stool with both hands. It framed her bubble butt delightfully. But her knuckles were white. She laughed a tinkling laugh at Pat’s snipe.“He’s not all erection,” Connie rebuked Pat.Pat flicked her eyes to me. She had her own stool and sat in a lotus position with her ankles tucked up under her butt. Her hair was tangly, her eyes were downcast, her.