Then asked ishwarya shall we start and she was smiling in shyness and said yes. Then deepthi showed a bedroom and I got ishwarya to the bedroom and sa...d deepthi to join us after 20 minutes.Then I got ishwarya to the bedroom and closed the door but didn’t lock it and ishwarya was feeling so tensed and she was shaking and I want to make her feel comfortable and made her sit in the bed and slowly touched her hands and she was turned her face with shyness.Then slowly moved my hands to her shoulder. I was still in a state of confusion but felt my sense of control coming back to me, slowly but surely. I was then paraded to the back of the room and out the door. You see, mother and my aunt had me step out of my pants, which dad picked up. I ended up walking out with no trousers and the bright pink symbol of "virgin purity, faithfulness and love" wrapped around my small erection, which I couldn't wish down. This of course was done amidst a chorus of loud laughter from the assembled group.. I had dreamt about the different ways we would fuck. But that would have to wait, since I had a very busy day in the office.As I opened my eyes, the maid walked in with my morning tea. “chai, sahab”“Madam Kahaa hai?“Niche, sahab, uski maata kee sath”“acha” When we first got married Hansa was a virgin, both in mind and body. I can still picture the first time I saw her naked. 5’9” with legs that are long and slender. A completely flat belly. What spectacular breasts – perfect melons that stand. I can handle water. Sure, The Titanic gave me nightmares as a kid. Yes, I still get a bit seasick. So? I’ll take that any day over barreling through the sky in a cheap imitation of a bird. To me, it’s as stupid as sticking your dick into a cardboard tube and jerking off with it. Who the fuck does that? The night before, I even considered begging out. I really did. Then I saw the look on her face. She’d bounded into our bedroom, strawberry blonde hair pulled into twin pigtails, and bunny hopped.