Athanaal thaan mudivu seithen en pazhaya kathalanai usar seithu matter podalam endru.En veetil mamiyaar irupaargal, en nala neram enaku mamiyar matum ...haan mamanar kidaiyaathu. Naangal thinamum iravil pesi pazhaga aarambithom, appozhuthu thaan papa thungi kondu irupaal. Naan jollyaaga iravil matum thaan pesi kondu irupen.Pagalil en mamiyaar ennai velai athigam vaangi koluvaal, iravil matum thaan freeyaga irupen.En kuzhanthaiyai mamiyaar arugil kuda paduka vaithu uranga vaithu vidum. Kalai varai. My husband is a Chamar but he uses Walia as our surname.We are untouchables by caste and our hilly society does see such things. Hence, we dine with our communities, make celebrations wih them and marry the women of our class. It is a sort of inbreeding which keeps our line pure and our hereditary customs and traditions have passed on from generation to generation. Marriage rules are strictly followed and we are forbidden to marry beyond our caste. It is called transgression and it is believed. As we were walking along Dean Street, she suddenly pulled me into a dark doorway and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to fuck her there and then. As we kissed, I told her to turn around and place her hands above her head on the door and part her legs. P did as asked, of course, but as I slowly slid the red dress up over her naked bum I then whispered to her that was going to fuck her ass.This was not our first anal with each other and we had been enjoying anal pretty much since meeting.P. That’s how long it had been since we’d talked like this about anything of substance.“But the important thing is that you’re not mad at me,” she said.I decided to replace BS with economy. “Nope. Not mad,” I said.“Okay, good.”I had decided not to say anything else. It was pretty obvious that she hadn’t been freaked out by catching me doing that, but something deep inside me demanded more.“So ... you weren’t weirded out?” I asked.There was a pause, as she actually thought about it.“I wouldn’t.