”“Would,” she paused not knowing if she should ask the next question. “Would you like me to do it again?”“Also, the idea of having my cock... in another woman has me going too.” He had admitted to her.Helen turned her head to look at him and asked, “Would you like that to happen again too?”“That’s the thing,” he said in a thoughtful voice. “I don’t know what I want.”The sound of a knock on the back door interrupted her thoughts. Helen put her husband out of her mind as she walked to the door. ‘I. I immediately went straight to the washroom and shagged fantasizing her in all possible positions. But somewhere in the corner of my heart, I felt I may never ever get a chance to have her. Firstly because, she was not our house maid and secondly I did not know how to strike a conversation with her. So I left my feelings for her there, though I would secretly engulf her curves in my eyes every time I saw her.So, as nothing exciting was happening to interest me in the coming days I decided to. I've seen the way you look at her and I was afraid that you would get too involved and that would cut into my action. Since you didn't click can I take that to mean that you are free tonight?" Yeah, I guess so." What a coincidence, so am I. How about we wake up together tomorrow morning and see if we can't find something to do that will keep us busy the rest of the weekend?"I've spent a ton of time chasing the ladies and I've probably bedded more than my fair share, but I am by no means a. I will admit that I was troubled by the lengthy silence, but glad there were no harsh words."How many times have I told you that I love you?" She asked eventually."Most days over the past twenty years," I said nervously, not knowing if this was a rhetorical question. "I'm not sure I could work out an exact total, but it's a lot." It is a lot, but apparently you still haven't got the message that I would do anything for you. I will tell you one more time in the hope that it sinks in. I love.