Ramya: oh thanks, Vishal, I love saree. Most of my cousins, complement I look good in saree. You tell me do I look good in saree.Me: yes, you look gor...eous in saree Ramya. Beautiful and young, no one can believe you are married and has two kids.Ramya: I am flattered. I wish I can give sweets to you for praising me so much.Me: how do you like me to call you? Ramya or miss beautiful.Ramya: haha, you can call me Mrs.Beautiful. I am married and old Vishal.Me: you have to remind me you are married.. It’s nice to feel that we don’t …, to feel that neither of us wants to insist that we do.’ I nodded as I started to shave my other cheek, agreeing with an ‘um-hmm’ and smile. She smiled back and then went on: ‘Oh, I wanted to, every time … and want to again, but it’s special, knowing we can, but don’t have to. … Hmm! At home, we always wanted to, had to, when we had the chance, felt like we had to when we could.’ I chuckled and nodded with a smile and agreed: ‘Like me, last winter.’ Martha. " Megan laughed as she rose to her knees and started rubbing her hands over my rounded ass. It tingled at her touch, and I longed to have her slip her fingers or tongue into my pussy. "This is exactly what I'm talking about, young lady!" she rebuked. "You've been acting like a slut!" And with that, she surprised me with a sharp swat on my left cheek. I didn't think she'd actually do it. But just as I opened my mouth to protest, I realized that it mad me even hotter. I had no time to dwell on. He had all the toys --- tailored suit; red sports car; straight cut hair; straighter teeth; shiny trinkets --- but it were as if he kept the real him tidied out of the way. I picked up a small wire sculpture of an a****l. A pig? It did nothing for me. I put it back in its place on the dustless sideboard. Maybe it was the challenge of excavating the real him that kept me with him. How traditionally female was that? I could bet he was powering his life with a significant overdraft but that was.