Once again, I could almost see her thoughts whirling as she tried to work out what – if anything – I knew. It was almost as if her face was a scre...en on which those thoughts were projected.She shrugged and raised her hands to the side. “I may have had a strum in the shower, the way I like to. I was missing you and...”I refused to let my face change at her lies.“A weekend with the girls, huh? Just a weekend with the girls, right? Just a time to take in a show and catch up on all the gossip. Maybe. “What don’t I know?“ she asked huffily.My Saint Nicolas Day presents of hard candy for the children and a silver-backed hairbrush for my wife were a big success and my wife beamed happily for days afterwards. It became Reanna’s routine to sit behind my wife by the fire in the evenings and brush her long, soft, black hair as we talked. Mataoka would often close her eyes and lean back into her friend, a soft contented smile plastered over her face.Winter was harsh and Eric and Reanna and Eliza. Due to issues in her past that she has told me about. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. It’s so sad because she is beautiful and has never learned the pleasures making love can bring. This is the story of what saved our marriage and taught her to feel like a woman should in the bedroom. *** I was getting pretty depressed after nine years of trying. I went into our bathroom and started running the water, and making sure the heating was on because it always seemed to be colder there, when there was enough water in the bath, I got in and stood there for a few minutes because I love really hot water and it was too hot to sit in straight away, as I eased my way down into this lovely hot water I could feel it working up my legs and thighs, it felt really nice around my pussy and ass as I rubbed my pussy and opened my lips, I got some soap on.