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“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

It was then that I heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. Sarah was coming down. I quickly pulled away, feeling guilty and ashamed. But as I looked at Serena, I knew that I couldn’t deny the connection we had made. PropertySex - Serena Hill - My Wife is Upstairs...

It was then that Serena turned to me and said, “You know, I have to say, I’m really loving the vibe of this place. It’s got a lot of character.” I smiled, feeling a sense of pride, and replied, “Yeah, we’ve put a lot of work into it.” “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice barely

Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn to Serena again and again. We would meet for coffee, or go on long walks around the property. And with each passing day, my feelings for her grew stronger. I quickly pulled away, feeling guilty and ashamed