I slide a free hand under her small belly, over her pubic mound and onto her clitoris, which I start to softly rub. My other hand I lift up onto a jig...ling, bouncing breast. She grabs her other breast and starts to maul it whilst her spare hand she uses to support herself by pushing onto my belly as we speed up. We are breathing heavier and heavier as we get faster and as I lift her up slightly by thrusting my pelvis towards the ceiling. By now her boobs are getting redder and redder as we both. I replied yes,and dad said mmmm….. Ok then dont forget the deal. You prepare to get married, enjoy her and later honour your part of the deal. I said “sure dad” just come home. He said mmm.. Yes suresh i shall i wish i had wings and then we hung up. The marriage was fixed dad was informed of the date and he came two days before marriage and had a leave of six months as he had not come for the past three years. Priya , the girl i married was 21 beautiful , fair,had bobbed hair, great large. She sat on the wide rim of the garden tub hugging her legs with her head resting on her knees. The steam felt so good. She relaxed her hold and let one leg slip over the side and began to caress her fancy. She traced her feathery vee noticing it needed a bit of a trim. She always kept it well groomed, even shampooed and conditioned, and trimmed perfectly. It had probably been a waste of time these last few years, as she was the only one whoever noticed anymore, it was just a routine good. About a year later wegot married. I remember her sister Helen came up to meat the reception and said. “George, I have to tell yousomething. When you first came up to me and Sophie atthe malt shop we both liked you. Then Sophie looked atme and said, ‘I’m going to marry that man some day,’just like that George. She knew what she wanted andwent after it.”It surprised me that both girls liked me and thatSophie was so sure about us. But that’s the way shealways.