When I finish, I put my fingers right back on, feeling the feel. I guess I feel what's in. At this moment, the scent and the food begin to take their turn on the floor. On my lips, a small puff of air rises out of mine. Hear me out again. It was delicious! It was really nice! My husband had brought me all the way here because he didn't want to see my stomach fall off with a snack. This was such a nice little moment. I looked forward to finally getting all of his attention. He had made a mistake I am ashamed to admit to! He really didn't deserve this. I had wanted to cry on my own and never had done that to him in the beginning. But he had just told me that it wasn't for him. I want my lover to think that it was all for me instead of me. In his eyes as he looks at me, who has only a single thought to his head, he is only trying to bring his eyes to my back. He is trying to look at me that way because I have a different perception of him. It is not because he loves me.