I’ve seen you in the showers before.”I wanted to, but I hesitated, not quite able to make the leap.“Here, look.” She quickly pulled her thong ...own her legs before kicking it into the corner.“What do you think?”Speechless, I just gazed at her smooth, completely hairless pussy. The lips, so clearly swollen with her arousal and coated with her juices.“I did it when I knew the parcel was coming. I want to feel everything.”Slowly I grasped the waistband of my granny panties and eased them down to. “Well, except for your friends, I guess.”Liz laughed, “So they have NO taste, what can I say?”“Actually,” I grinned, “they tasted pretty good!”“Gross, Mikey!”“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it! Please don’t say anything to anyone back home. I’ll talk to Maggie when I see her.”“Are you still planning on coming to graduation and the parties?”“I said I would,” I replied.“Are you bringing Laura?”“No. It’s exam week and I really am just going to be at your graduation, come to the house for a. She continued her questions. “Do you want me to deep throat this big prick?” I was so horny that all I could do was moan “ah hah”. Hemlata then asked, “Do you think it’s possible to take this big dick all the way down my throat?” Of course I said yes. My darling innocent little wife then said something that blew my mind. She said, “Prove it!” Two simple little words, PROVE IT. Hemlata, who never once instigated anything kinky during our marriage, laid it all out for me. She began, “Do you want. It was explained to me that I now had to use an Ancilla postfor my ablutions. I would have an enema twice a day; once in the morning andonce at night.Unexpectedly, my first week was spent in a hospital bed recovering fromfacial surgery. Having 'volunteered' to become an Ancilla, the plasticsurgeon had decided to be generous and do everything needed to assure myfeminine beauty. He proudly described all of the changes to be made on myface thinking that this would thrill me. Raised eyebrows, more.