Something was written about Indian women’s sex practices. It was a survey. They had some pretty interesting data. A huge percentage had multiple sex...partners even after marriage, another huge number had pre-marital sexual relations and all that. It was all very alien for me. In my 25 years of life I never had an opportunity to touch any woman. Let alone sexual contact. I felt all those stuffs were plain tantalizing rubbish brought up by the writer. Where were all those women? That the magazine. "From what I can see, I'd say you've got a body built for pleasure."Again the impertinent comment did not draw a slap or rebuke but only incited the girl further."What part of my body do you like best?" she asked, her mind in a haze of chemical induced sensuality."I always thought you had nice breasts." Really?" Yes, but of course I never got to really see them." Would you like... ? No, wait... Bobby wouldn't like..." But Bobby isn't here, is he? There are just the two of us. So if you'd like. Before long, I was pushing back against her. "Her loves it. Her wants to cum," I begged.My wife held her fingers still and I continued to move against her as best I could despite my bonds. I knew what I was doing. I was admitting that I wanted it. That she wasn't forcing me. And I didn't care."Her loves it. My slut loves it in her dirty ass, doesn't her?" Yes, Her does."She felt of my cock. "Her is so hard. Her is such a slut for loving this. I bet Her wants to cum very bad." Mmmm-" I moaned.. "Why the hell did you tell them that? They don't need to know that! They are my moms, and I don't need nor want them hearing about our sex life in any way shape or form," I whined, putting my hands up. "That was private, and only between us. We had a heart to heart in the shower, and even just there on the couch. Did you even consider my feelings before you just blurted that out?"Her eyebrows went down. "Yes, because they are right, we should be upfront with them, but I don't like you lashing.