Her name was Betty, and his was Jean-Louis. We chatted for a few minutes about not much in particular, although I sensed the lady had taken a shine t... me, and the man was also very friendly. From their accents in French, I guessed they were not local. “How long have you been coming to the gym?” I asked.“About two years,” she said, “just to stay in shape and keep the weight down, and to help us be fit for tennis.”“It seems to be working,” I said, as they were both pretty slim with nice. Sorry.’ Peter began to make his way towards the entrance. ‘If the Young Sahib would like to see…’ The shopkeeper and Peter repeated the pantomime until Peter demanded a shirt and removed his. The shopkeeper’s wife, seeing Peter’s back, shrieked and the shopkeeper went seven shades of white. ‘Sahib, forgive this poor, ignorant man. We do not sell shirts but if you wait a moment a shirt shall be here for you.’ ‘Yes and I want a jeweller. Not some salesman from the Pasir Malam(night market). I leaned back (into her breasts) and told her to relax, how to lean and what not to do. I purposely was sitting further back than I needed to spread her legs more and press my leather belt against her pussy and clit. Each time I leaned back to talk with her I pressed harder into her tits. I told her to reach around me and hold on tight. She did. I was getting a hard on. I let my left arm rest on her leg, she was wearing shorts. I reached down grabbing her ankle and moved her leg away from the. When we married all the passengers and most of the crew were present as witnesses. Shona and I caused amusement when we entered the assembly room. She was dressed as a bride, with a white veil. I was in my best suit. But she carried me in her arms, up the aisle between the congregation. I was totally covered by her veil. She lifted her veil with one hand, tossed it back over her head and set me down in front of the makeshift altar.The service followed the traditional Church of England form,.