We went to a different honkytonk every night and heard some very talented performers. The Studio B tour was, in my opinion, a bit dry, but Wren was t...rilled. “Can you imagine.” She almost whispered. “Elvis sat on this very stool and recorded several of his biggest hits.” On our last night, we splurged and went to the Grand Old Opry, the highlight of the trip, after Studio B of course, and I don’t remember who we saw, but they were all very good. I was the perfect gentleman for the entire. She didn’t wait for my answer though. Her free hand touched my thigh and travelled up until it came to rest on that sensitive spot at the inside, tickling and teasing me with its flighty touch. “You’re such dirty, depraved little thing, letting us undress you, tie you up without even trying to protest. You have no modesty, and this runny cunt proves that. It is seeping!” Her thumb trailed over my pussy lips and drew a shameful moan from me. When I felt my hips jerk to meet her finger, I wanted. She reached for the flaps of her nightdress at her shoulders and paused.I pulled my shorts to the floor and then stepped out of them. She watched me and she pursed her lips for a moment trying to decide what to do.Her eyes dropping to the cock she had only seen flaccid until now. She shrugged out of her nightdress and hung it over the balcony chair. She picked up the two wine glasses and walked slowly forward to meet Shailu at the railing.“I’m not feeling very brave,” she said as she handed me. Her friend Ashi who was also married for 5 yrs was having a husband who was a business and would always visit us at weekends and he use to always ask us for going out and plan something or the other. I never gave much of a thought that it was my wife that he wanted to be present with Mona as usual use to wear short dresses and low neck cuts which use to give her a lot of stares and use to give me a high during sex she use to tell me how the people at the stores were giving her dirty stares and.