”“Ha” I laughed, “My hubby wouldn’t agree with that one.”“What was all that about?” Marcus asked when I sat down again.“Wendy asked ...f I am doing what she thinks I’m doing.”“And are you?”“Yes” I said quietly, “Yes I am.”“You won’t regret it.”“I just want to be with you.”“Finish your drink then but what about your car?”“I’m leaving it here.”“Let’s go then.”His house was huge, with wide extensive gardens, I knew he’d got money, but this was something else, the front door opened onto a spacious. I wore my formal pants and a white full-sleeved shirt and waited for Mom’s call exactly at 9 pm Mom called me out from her room, she asked me to go to the living room. I was surprised to see.She had arranged things for our mini-wedding in front of the short wooden stool meant for the two to sit in Pooja room for praying, there was a brass plate belonging to Pooja room. Mom’s mangal-sutra was kept in the brass plate along with coconut and areca nut and areca and leaves. There was a decorated. Once her breasts were exposed I took a little break to admire them and then peeled her dress down her ribs and her tummy to her waist. Then it was time for another break. It was harder work than I had thought. I knew by now that her hips were going to be just as bad as her breasts had been because of their flair. With some effort I managed to pull her dress down over her hips and to expose her hairy pussy to my eyes as I did so. Once I got it over the hump of her ass it got a little easier. It. I ran my dirty fingers through her hair, clutching the individual strands in my grasp. "I used to come here often and I'd imagine a beautiful young farm girl who'd fallen down the hole," I growled, and I pulled Christine's face to my lips. "Or a gypsy girl or a nun, pregnant by three or four months. They'd be frightened and jittery and I'd calm them. I'd tell them that they had to undress and I'd help them and then I'd make love to them."Christine's body blended into mine as she thrust her hips.