I thought for some days and then mailed him back with a idea that he could try and narrate some couple sex stories to her and see what her reaction is... If it is positive and she gets turned on they both can read some stories online together so that her knowledge about sexual positions and what’s in vogue could be altered a bit. After about 15 days I got a mail from Ravi that the idea has worked and now whenever they have sex Nisha insists him to narrate her a sex story and it gets her wet. "Size 12," she replied, which means nothing to me."Fine, how about measurements?" I asked."Oh," she said looking thoughtful, "I don't really know."I got up and find a tape measure in my mum's old sewing bag."Use this," I said."36 bust, 28 waist and 38 hips," she called out."Right," I said, "time for a diet, you need to lose a few inches off your bum."She just nodded her head and looked down. To make up for my harsh words, I took her in my arms and fucked her again until she screamed out in. He would have to get a taller ladder. So the poppa drove down the road to his friendly neighbor and borrowed the friendly neighbor's ladder. He set the ladder against the side of the house and pulled the rope to extend the ladder to it's top. 'Clang, clang, clang' it went until it reached it's full extension. The poppa saw that the ladder was still just a little bit short, but he thought that he could stretch and make it up onto the roof.The poppa climbed the ladder and the momma, the beautiful. I saw one of the guys reach his hand out to touch her almost naked ass. She ignored him and kept walking around, looking for her sarong. I saw all these men stop and stare at her ass while she bended over, searching for it. I couldn’t see her close up from here but I knew exactly how sexy she looked in that thong. I made a split second decision and threw the sarong in the nearest rubbish bin, packing a load of other stuff on the top. I wanted her to parade around like that, in that skimpy.