He stopped trying to hold her and was silent for a minute."Ann, I love you. I think you know that. I'm just so afraid that you'll feel that you have t...o stay with me because of the situation."She took his hand, "I love you too. You keep telling me that I'll find another man. I don't want another man. You and I fit well together. I've been thinking for days what these past weeks have meant to me. In my time men and women don't even talk to each other except when they are fulfilling their tasks or. I must also confess that sex is more than sex within us, sex is… heaven, sex is life, and sex is the most valued gift of god to human being. Between my husband’s arms sex means love, sex means melting, sex means passion and pure bliss. He opens to me fields of sensuality, helps me to climb peak of eroticism, swimming through rivers of juices and sailing on seas of ecstasy.Making love with him is every time is a new adventure, a new experience, a new pleasure, a new discovery of my inner self, a. She started inquiring more n more about massage therapy.After that there was nothing much for someday but things started building between me and Namrata, whenever and wherever she meets me, she use to greet with some enthustic energy and use to talk for longer and one fine day she told me that she saw the magic of my fingers on my wife’s body and would like to enjoy same therapy. I told her I don’t do it for everyone and it’s not good as we are neighbor and we should not get into this, instead. Almost as if by secondnature, I stepped into the heels I'd worn for Grace the night before.Alone it her apartment, unconcerned that anyone would walk in on me, Iwent to the kitchen for breakfast. I placed two croissants on a plate,warmed up my coffee, and walked out onto the balcony. It was nearlyeleven in the morning. There was a lot of activity going on below.Another busy Saturday in Georgetown. It would be nice to join thethrong. But, instead, I was going to stay inside and serve my.