Later, with our nightcaps in hand, we left for my motel room. After consuming our beers in the room I asked Abe if he wanted to shower. He did indeed!... Abe only got to shower once a week on the farm where he worked, and that was on Sunday mornings. The rest of the time he had to hand-wash himself. While he showered I made my bed on the couch with a spare blanket that was provided in the cupboard, and two of the four pillows on the bed.After emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around. I have been reliving our sexual encounter on the couch from a few days ago in my mind. Over and over. It was pure bliss. One of the best moments in my life. I’m sitting on the couch watching TV as usual. I’m wearing my long johns with the slit in the crotch. I’m in anticipation. Will Nadine come to join me on my couch tonight? As if she could read my mind I’m hearing her steps coming down the stairs. She’s wearing her nightdress as usual. “Hi darling” I’m saying. “Hi Frank. Can I join you?” “Of. ”“Ha ha ha,” my wife fired back. “Do you ever take anything I do seriously? This is important to me.”“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right,” I said, in all sincerity. “You never answered my question?”“What question was that?” she asked getting up from the table to freshen our coffee. I seriously doubted she didn’t know which question I was referring.“I have deja vu, all over again,” I quipped, then with a serious face, repeated my earlier question, “Should I be worried?”“If you keep belittling the. I had again lost my pallu in turning around and there I was kissing a complete stranger with my pallu down and his hands on my breasts. He unhooked my blouse and threw it down. I was left in my black lacy bra which showed almost 70% of my breasts his finger travelled down my cleavage and again throb my navel. I was just breathing heavy sucking my stomach in and kept on hissing and moaning. He pulled out my saree and then my petticoat leaving me just in my bra and panty. I pushed him on a table.