She made me think of the wild buck that we sometimes saw in the jungle. Big dark eyes, looking out at the world from under dark lashes with a touch of...fear. She was wearing a sari, rich in reds, blues and golds, and I thought, some races are lucky – they have such simple and wonderful national dress, so practical, and yet so attractive. Her husband was the usual businessman, perhaps ten years older than her, oily in his charm, arrogant and demanding, self-important too, with his portable phone. I was surprised because they were featuring a set of large wooden hairbrushes. Why the set was featured was because the price was sixty percent off. For Christmas I had given her a nice silver bracelet, but I knew she was hoping to get more than that. Also, if you have read any of my stories, you know my wife spanks me. When I am over her lap for a spanking, she likes to first her hand, but next she uses a hairbrush on me. There were three hairbrushes in the set and the largest one looked as. He pushed into me until he was all in, nearly touching my womb. He then started pounding into me with all the force he could muster it seemed. My clit slit into my pussy hole with every thrust, giving even greater pleasure and bringing me to the next orgasm within seconds it seemed. He continued thrusting and slid his hand underneath me to start pinching and pulling my already sensitive hard nipples. But he continued until it didnt just send pleasure throughout my body, but also pain. Oh, you. Walking into the bathroom to hand Amy her cup of coffee she was sitting in the bath, her sexy tits just out of the water with her small pink nipples. She said thanks for the coffee and we then started talking as I pitched a tent in my boxer sleeping shorts.She noticed that and said you clearly still find me very attractive and I replied that I most definitely do.She then asked what my plans were for the day and it turned out that we both planned to stay at home and rest as our parents would.