Also Greg and I played a lot of tennis. I had played for years and was a very competent player, whereas Greg was just a beginner, but he brought a lot...of enthusiasm to the game, and was anxious to learn. Being a natural athlete, and taking tennis lessons he progressed rapidly, so I didn't mind playing with him, and it wasn't long before I had to expend some effort to win our games.I noticed that at times my wife was flustered when Greg was around, and sometimes she blushed when she found Greg. It was her grin that made me realize what she was suggesting."I would be most pleased to accompany you, if I may." You certainly may, I would even insist if I thought I had to," and she took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.She lit some candles around the room, then came to me and said she wanted to undress me so I stood there as she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off, then knelt down to slip off my loafers and socks, then loosened my belt, zipped my fly down and pulled my. A point of contention with her, and which also caused her a great deal of anguish and embarrassment were her breasts. As she had a petite frame, and thin waist, her breasts, even under the baggy peasant blouses that she wore, were prominent. Large, round and firm. She dreaded the visits into town to buy tortillas and vegetables and having to endure the endless stares and leering glances from the male townsfolk.Miguel, who ran the town's only market, was especially dreadful. He smelled like a. “And looks like you might have to, if that new bikini of yours is any indication. I bet you have to fight the guys off with a stick.”“Nope, I usually just fuck ’em”, I grinned, smiling at the shocked look on Sohail’s face. He turned scarlet. His mouth dropped open again. He tried to say something, but his voice didn’t work. Finally he cleared his throat and tried again.“Um… I’m not sure I heard you right, Sis,” he said.“Oh, you heard me okay, Sohail.” I said. “I’ve been going with a guy, and.