"Put this on," she instructed."Baby, that won't fit me," I protested, "besides, I would look ludicrousin something like that." No one will see how you...look with the light out," she said, "please doit- for me?"The next thing I know, I'm fumbling around with the straps of the teddy,trying to readjust them for my larger shoulders. As we began to foolaround, I gradually began to feel like a girl, instead of a man wearing aridiculous outfit, and I found the experience to be so incredibly eroticI had. She then pulled down the lungi and said ‘give me my breakfast’. I said ‘have your banana bhabhi. It is good in the morning.’She then slid down and reached my dick and began licking it slowly. She was wearing a sari and this was troubling me. I said ‘bhabhi, please take off your clothes and do it.’ She got up, removed her clothes and sat down next to my thighs. Let me tell you a bit about her. My bhabhi was 5.2 and very fair. She was neither very slim nor fat. But she was a stout kind of a woman. Language on and now Susie was displaying that same lack of pleasure.We tried all kinds of positions,Susie is very adventurous you might say but my issue was always the same as with any girl, I would quite often slip during intercourse.In the end Susie got that annoyed she told me I was "rubbish in bed" ,she began telling me "sex had been much better with her previous much bigger boyfriends" .The only position she got any sort of real penetration was with her legs over my shoulders or doggy. I didn’t want my swollen eyes and tear splattered cheeks on view. Instead, I turned on the bedside lamp and its soft hue cast a glow around the bedroom: a soft lighting to hide the harshness of my grief and despair.Jermaine sat on the edge of the bed and clasped his hands between his knees. His broad shoulders and back were evidently rigid with tension.‘I know it isn’t easy,’ he finally started. ‘I guess we both have days where we need to try and muddle through and make the best of the cards.