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Ouch!

... the worst ever, meanest, least tactful and a whole list of other bad characters rolled into one. “Plus, you obviously thought it a good time to feel up her tits while you thought nobody was looking!” I rested my behind against the kitchen counter and listened to her flying of the handle in the worst possible way. Was it not for her mobile ringing I would have stood there the whole night, taking her abuse hands down. She left the kitchen to take the call and I decided it was a good time to hit the shower. On the way down the hall, my ears were blasted forward against my face in the force her words hurled to the back of my head. “Stay where you are you asshole, I am not done with you yet!” she screamed. I carried on toward our room, ignoring her abuse and the fact that she was blabbering all of it to whoever was on the phone. *** Holding her soft frame against mine, drinking in her unique aroma, I realise how much I love her. With everything she has to offer, her spontaneity, her love and her energetic nature it is no wonder she can be so feisty. She fights for what is hers, I saw it so often, and I was not excluded in the deal. She makes my life a continuous state of exhilaration and joy. The closeness of her body to me started awakening me in a different way and the state of arousal was spreading from my loins to other parts of my body. Moving my hand slightly, I felt the soft curve of her breast and lightly traced the skin underneath her right breast. She let go of a soft ...

... whimper, indicating she might not be awake but surely sensitive to my touch. My hand slide around and lightly traces her left breast. I simply adore her body. She is absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts ride high on her ribcage. Her soft, fair skin and a tussle of chestnut hair, crowning the most beautiful of facial features. Thinking of her face, I smile to myself imagining how I found it so difficult in the beginning to dust her face with a healthy load of my cream. Feeling her soft skin covering her breasts I realise that my cream might have a lot to do with her soft flawless skin. Smiling, I cup her left breast and pull her tighter against me. *** I undressed in silence and tossed my clothes into the hamper in the corner, opened the shower and stepped under the warm spray. The main en-suite bathroom was a luxury I afforded myself when I moved into the house. Over a few weeks, I stripped the whole of the bathroom, redesigning and replacing tiles, taps, everything I possibly could. The result was a rectangular shaped area with only the toilet hidden behind a low wall. The shower became an open plan area elevated above the bathroom floor and sloping down toward the drain nearer to the wall with the water cascading from a fixture in the roof. Soft light from somewhere was the only privacy that was afforded the space… okay, except for the crapper that was hidden… I felt a slight breeze as if a door was opened but ignored it, reaching for the shampoo on the glass shelves above me. I ...