I guide you to the bedroom where I have put the latex sheet on the bed, and shined it all. I help you undress while I massage your shoulders a bit. Yo... are completely naked, I ask you: ‘do you really want to forget everything tonight my dear?’ You nod and look up in expectation and innocence. I feel warmth and love while I look at you. You are such a special person to me. I feel happy to be with you at this moment and give myself to you and you to me. I help you into the catsuit and zip up. " With that thought, the pain gnawed again at his innards. She had a life away from him, foreign to him. A life he was not allowed a part of, a life he could not provide. After the pain and fear came hate and anger, followed by self-doubt. "Why, how had I failed her? What have I become that changed us?"He remembered her words, telling him how he had changed. He didn't feel himself changed, but then he did. Walking into the bedroom to stare at him self in the full-length mirror he wondered,. Her name is Neelam. She is a typical Gujarati housewife. She was a little fair in complexion and even at the age of 38, she could catch the eyes of any man around her. Her stats were 36-34-38 and she is an ideal wife every man would want. She looked after the house and children quite well. I never fantasized about her until then.Prolonged stay at her house and watching more and more porn diverted my attention towards her. Now, almost the whole day, I was thinking about her and my dick used to. ..." Damn, yes, I can feel your heat already." After I take my hand away from her mouth, she moans, " Please, let me go, please." " I told you shhhh." Grabbing her blouse, I rip it apart, the buttons flying in every direction. Her blouse is now open, her heaving breasts behind a silky black bra." Damn, that's what I'm talking about. I can't wait to ravish those tits of yours."Pushing her onto the bed, she watchs as I slowly unbutton my shirt. As I take it off, she can't help but be drawn to my.