In the morning after her bath when sometimes she came out in her bathrobe he felt like tearing it open to reveal her beauty.

Plenty of times he covered his head with the blanket to avoid looking at her . He remembered tracing the water droplets from her wet hair to her full lips, then to her slender neck and then to the valley between her breasts . He had been so turned on by her that moment that it had taken time to control himself from ravishing her .

This wait was literally killing him and he knew that there was a long way a head.




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