I am just going to call him Khan.Khan was casually sitting on a couch and reading a magazine. When he heard me gasp, he looked up and put the book dow.... His gaze went from the top of my head with straightened hair to the bottom of my anklet clad heels. He too was undressing me with his eyes, but unlike with Rahul, I wanted him to see a bit more of me. I wanted to show him more of my body. I wanted to give him every kind of pleasure he can think of. When he gave me a smile, my knees almost. "Are you crazy?" The words were just loud enough to carry over the roar of the storm.I whirled round and he was there. It was impossible and yet there he stood, just inside the patio doors. He dropped his car keys and what looked like an overnight bag on the floor, stepped outside and crossed to me, while I stood rooted to the spot."You would try to run from me?" he questioned, his voice dangerously soft as he reached out to grip my soaking hair, tipping my head back so I met his eyes. "It.... Sex with you has always been fun.’ ‘The only problem now is being interrupted by a grandchild,’ Henry said. Do you remember? ‘Our wedding?’ Henry asked. ‘The guys at the shop would tease me when I told them I was getting married. They said ‘Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?’ ‘What woman couldn’t possibly forget her wedding day? It was picture perfect. A small white church in the country filled with all our families. I just didn’t believe any woman on the planet could have been as. I reach over and turn on the bubbles, keeping the water level just under my breast I make my way over to you. When square in front of you I look down at my body, I reach my hands to the sides of my firm round breasts and I push them together sliding my hands underneath them I lift and squeeze, slightly release and lift and squeeze again. I lift my eyes to watch your face. I can see by your laid-back grin that you are enjoying the show. I begin rolling my nipples between my fingers as I.