I never used to chat with her for much. Just Hi, Hello, How are u and some normal conversations – that’s all.In June, we went for a family outing ...ith my wife’s relatives. We went to a place in the southern end of TN near a famous temple. That place is so beautiful and the sea is not polluted as Kanyakumari or Chennai even though it’s crowded like any other famous destinations. We started early morning 2:30 and it was a nice drive. The place is 300+ Km from my native. Fine – we started around. You asked for this." With her hair still in my hand, I dragged her to the side of the bed and ordered her to lay on the bed, with her knees on my hard floor, her face in her wet spot, and her tits pressed against my sheets.To give you an idea of how 'vanilla' our previous sex life had been, all previous attempts at doggy-style were short lived. She would complain about how much pain she was in and bitch that her internal organs were being stabbed. Being the nice guy that I was, I always stopped. Mmmmmm. Wonder how long the workmen are going to be here?I look for this guy when I leave work, but do not see him, or any of the other workmen, for that matter. I consider briefly going walking down some of the empty halls, just to check out what they're doing, you know, observe their progress and maybe ask a few questions about the future residents of this floor, then laugh at myself for that transparent self-lie.The next morning I decide not to dress as conservatively. While I still wear a. With the watches we don't need 'em ... sorry, them. We do have a couple of tractors ... the boys mow with them ... and they hate it. 1200 acres ... minus the hangars and runway, the house and Inn. It's a lot of grass. No golf carts either.Oops ... got side tracked, mom said I would. You should see her journals! Sex! sex! and More sex! She made me read them so I'd know what was happening to my body. I still don't get it. Mom said if I went to 'regular' school, I'd probably know more about sex.