”Maritsa blushed a deep red. “Oh my God! He thinks we’re...”Stefan grinned even more. “Of course, he does! We’re husband and wife, remembe...? He expects us to be fruitful and begin multiplying!”“And what did you tell him? This is so embarrassing!”Stefan rolled onto his back and began laughing loudly. “I told him that it was hard to find the time, but that we understood our marital obligations and were pursuing them as best we could.”“Stefan!”“Then I asked him to pray for us so that we would be. ..”And she did. Before I could aim here at the bathroom towel cabinet, somewhere to modestly undress and sort herself out, she began to remove her clothes. She sat on the floor by the puddle she had made, and facing me, parted her legs wide, drawing her feet close to her crotch to remove her sandles. That done, she laid back, and lifted her butt, hooking her fingers into her panties and skirt and removing them , slowly down her thighs, then with her butt replanted on the floor, she raised her. I could open the door and reach the sink without entering and so I pushed the door open and placed the drink on the sink. As I was about to pull the door shut I caught a glimpse of her in the steamy mirror. I was only able to see her outline but that was enough to cause my cock to stir and stiffen. I went back to the living room sat on the couch. I began drinking my drink and rubbing my cock, remembering the view. I was listening for the bathroom door to open so as not to get caught. I had. Christ! Maybe he's going to make her do that! Maybe that's the kind of monster he is under that beautiful, gentle front he's put on all this time!He growled at her. "All right, slut! That's more like it! Now, get your Goddamn clothes off!" But... I..." OFF... ! OFF... ! OFF! YOU DUMB SHIT, DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT CHEAP CRAP! YOU UNDERSTAND?" Yes... Yes... ! All right... !" Tears streamed from her eyes and she sobbed. "Only don't yell at me, please...".