" Her fingers in my hair stopped. "That's her point of view of this, that she is making her life better."With a sigh, I nodded. "Yeah." Come on. We'll...get her married off to that twit, dance at the reception, drink too much and then go try to find our own happiness." I don't think I deserve that ... sometimes."To confess that, even to a woman I've been so incredibly intimate with, was an emotional release. A bearing of a part of me that was far more kept hidden than my body under clothes.Jen. Right near the entrance was the bar where some blokes were having a beer, a wrought iron staircase split the room in two separating the bar from what looked like any normal lounge room, except this one had a spa in the corner. A leather lounge curved around the corner and a large footrest, about five foot long and covered in a large red oriental style cushion, lay parallel to it.My concerns about a gender imbalance had come true, but not overly so. Around the bar were twelve men, yes I counted. Meera is very fair and beautiful and has a figure of 38-26-38. I admired her figure always and used to fantasies about her and masturbate. She belongs to Lucknow. The incident took place in December 2005 . This is a true incident.I had gone to Bombay to meet my sister in law and there my brother in laws wife meera had also come.I spent about a week at Bombay and as I was coming back to Gujarat my sister in law requested me to take meera also along with me as it is not safe for a lone lady to. .. Do you call her by name, or just bitch...or cunt...or slip and use another's name? Would she care? Would it drive her on to do better? Does she go deep? If you see her often, she must. Wet smacking sounds of her lips and tongue working your tight asshole open. Quiet words of how good you taste, a moan when your ring lets her in, another when it tightens around her tongue. Does her hand join with yours? Unable to resist touching your wetness...and your clit. Do you give it over to her; or let.