However she was very shy and never looked at me. As she worked in a BPO she used to wear western clothes. My father in law is a widower and is in his ...id fifties.We had gone to her maika on our first Diwali celebrations. I was a little suspicious on her fathers and jija’s behaviour. They always found a chance to tease my wife and touch her unknowingly or just casually. I was a bit angry but could not complain as nothing was seriously objectionable. She used to act like a wild tigress in bed. Even a fat girl who doesn't really mind that she's fat, bows to the Thin-is-the-only-way-to-be pressure. She will diet, with greater or lesser degrees of success. She'll try to wear thin clothing, and get more depressed when she gets odd looks. Because let's face it, a dress designed for a thin woman does not look good on a fat one; they have totally different shapes. But the woman in question tries to fit in (no pun intended), and gets more depressed when she can't.This is just an example of. This started an almost daily (and nightly) ritual with me and the toothbrush. It was so good, I even named it after one of the guys I lusted after... Suede. Suede was the first guy that I was interested in, to ever take notice of me so... I thought it only natural. He was always asking what turned me on. If he only knew! That evening, I sat back and thought about him for a while. That kinky persona of his, that fact that he was secretly a movie geek, too. Not to mention his broad shoulders,. Jane removed her nerdy glasses, turned to Wendy, and commented, ‘You’re well rid of this one, honey.’ Wendy threw her arms around Jane, kissed her passionately, and said, ‘Thanks, darling, for freeing me from this monster.’ W turned to Jane and asked, ‘Does this mean you have more than just a lawyer-client relationship with my wife?’ As if in reply, Wendy unpinned Jane’s severe hair bun, and Jane shook out her glorious mane of black hair, letting her soft waves tumble sexily down to her.