They had me try onbras and have the clerk adjust them for me. It was anotherembarrassing experience, but the clerk was very accepting and seemedto re...lly like helping a man buy a bra. She even told me a story sheseemed very proud of where she helped a young man buy his first bra. It was a little disconcerting when she told me that young man was nowa happily married woman.As my wife and I left the store I was carrying the bag with my newbras and panties inside. My wife and I both went to the. I sat down and she came to me carrying a large bowl, a pitcher, and a towel. She removed my shoes and carefully washed my feet. I remembered from the Sutra that this was something the wife was expected to do. She was doing this voluntarily, but it still slightly offended my egalitarian sensibilities. It was something we’d have to discuss. When she’d dried my feet, she put the soft shoes back on, then went to the kitchen.She brought the food to the table, serving me first, describing each. I had tried to be as gentle and loving as I could, and it seemed to me it was the wrong thing to do. Man, I just don’t know about women, but what man does? ‘My Ex was always a Get on, Get it off, go to sleep lover! I was expecting the same from you, and I was surprised at your being so sweet and gentle with me as you have been.’ Great I thought, now I’m some Allan Alda type, a sweet mushy goof in her eyes. Not that being a nice guy wasn’t a good thing, but still! I told her I was confused, she. "Yeah. Yours too," I told her.So we were both pinching our pussy lips and pulling them apart. Mine were really small, like I said before, thin and light pink, and my pussy didn't really open up too much. Mostly it just looked like a pink slit, not really like a hole or anything and I figured that was because I was still a virgin. My hymen was right there too, in the front, and I used my fingernails to pull my pussy even wider, as much as I could."Can you see my cherry?" I asked Theresa."I think.