He professed his love for her but didn't trust her enough to share this burden. What really made her angry was that he thought she might reject him. H...ow could he not know that she loved him unconditionally? He had no reason to doubt, but it was plain to her that he did. That hurt her a lot.These things occupied her thoughts until she turned to the work she brought home with her. She attempted to grade the papers but couldn't concentrate enough to make any progress. Finally giving up, she. Few times our eyes met, but I was feeling ashamed to face her.The weather was a bit warm owing to the afternoon rain and eveningn the breeze was not blowing- almost dead. Nitya aunty enquired, “Priya, where Ricky will sleep?”“Ahoy, Nitya don’t worry, he’ll sleep in the drawing room, he is accustomed to sleep there”, she answered while givingg me a try-to-understand motherly look. I passed on a feeble smile.“But Priya, there is no AC in drawing room and tonight’s weather is a bit warm and humid;. And, more specifically, severe neuropathy in my right hand and in my feet, which is a side-effect of diabetes.”“What are the effects of your neuropathy?” Amelia asked as a follow-up question.“Neuropathy is nerve damage as a result of too much sugar in my blood. In my case, the result is numbness and tingling in my hands and feet. The other effect is rather embarrassing,” I said as I paused. I was not sure how much detail I wanted to get into.“Don’t stop there. Please explain,” Amelia asked as. Her kiss became more passionate as I responded with my tongue. I could hear moans from deep inside her throat. I reached down, finding her thighs and the gap between them. As my fingers found the soft lace material between her legs, I could feel a dampness, at my first touch she groaned louder. I guessed I was doing something right, by her response. I felt the band of her panties and found a gap to slip my finger inside. I could feel her soft wet skin, heat coming from somewhere inside, and.