We were going to the airport to pick an old friend of hers.He was her boyfriend 25yrs ago.He was on a business trip and had contacted her on an Old fr...ends reunited site.Jay and Nancy were about 18 when she left to come to the UK.Due to Indian customs they had never had sex and were hoping to get married.Unfortunately they were of different castes and her mother did not approve so she packed her off and sent her to stay with her sister in Birmingham.That was when I met her.We took to each other. ‘mjm’ said Nat. ‘Yep’ said Sandra. ‘May I help with the bags?’ and took one of each lady. ‘Let’s go’. We got to the elevator and I asked Nat ‘Am I allowed knowing where you were all morning?’ ‘What your left hand does, your right don’t need to know’ was her answer. I looked for Sandra’s answer, she smiled. ‘Maybe in the future you might be allowed.’ Reaching into their minds I saw Nat and Sandra with kids and nuns? And why can’t I get into Nat’s mind? Does this have anything to do with the. We were married by our 25th birthday and life was amazing.Given that I have told you how much we are in love, our sex life decisions might surprise you. We have two rules, you do not wake up in anyone else’s bed and you do not have sex with another person more than once unless it involves both of us. It is simple really because we spend a fair amount of time apart we sometimes need something more than a dildo to get us through, as long as it’s just sex it’s allowed, but when. I needed theextra time because I had no idea how long it would take for me to shave.It was the first time I had ever shaved my legs, and, aside from razorburn in spots, my legs felt wonderful. I couldn't believe the differenceit made. When I pulled my pants on to go to work, they felt sodifferent. It was as if my legs were both more and less sensitive at thesame time. I couldn't believe that I hadn't shaved my legs before. I wasdisgusted to think of all the years I had walked around with.