I waited a few seconds and followed her, entering the bathroom carefully.
I picked up her clothes and among them were her tiny panties, if that thong could be called panties. Too bad the shower was all frosted glass.
I needed to get a grip on myself. I had to know if she was really married.
I went to the laundry room and put her clothes in the dryer.
I returned to the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess. As soon as I finished, I turned my attention to the pasta. I was lost in my thoughts, remembering the times when I had my mother close, the best time of my life.
When I was 20, I fell madly in love with Ketlin. When I first saw that woman with honey-colored eyes, long black hair, and that smile, oh my God! What an incredible woman she was.
I snapped out of my reverie when the wa
