On marrying her he was scared whether his parents would be against this marriage as Jayasree came from a very poor family. His joy knew no bounds when...he was asked to bring home his bride. While Nikhil was overjoyed, his wife Jayasree, shivered at the very thought of meeting her in-laws. She had heard a lot about them from her husband and now meeting them in person was worrying her a lot. The day at last arrived and passed off peacefully when young Nikhil brought his dazzling young wife to meet. 'Oh fuck, what have I got into?' I ask myself. My breasts are stinging but I’m conscious of my pussy getting wetter. “Yes please, I still want to cum,” I reply. “Good. Follow me,” and she descends into the living area of her loft and I follow down the stairs, watching as the kimono moves sinuously over her body. Arriving at her couch, deep red leather and overstuffed, she turns to me. “You will bend over the back of this couch.” I do think of asking why but an inner voice tells me to. It’s in the middle pouch.”“Wait, what?” I said suddenly, “What are you doing?”“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck you,” he said mischievously, “I just wanna see your asshole, cuz I didn’t see it last time.” Reassured, I passed him a bottle of cherry-flavoured lube and turned around so he had a clear view of my ass. “Dammit, man, you’re so hairy,” was what he said, “I don’t mind hair, but have you ever thought of shaving or hair removal cream.”“I’m not that hairy,” I retorted.“No, you aren’t, and. I mean thebeard had been plucked out and the hair made to look full and feminine,but otherwise that was not her focus. Instead, she spent a lot of timetalking to me in a feminine voice, and exercising the higher notes. Sheworked on the way that she walked (including clpping around in heels inthe kitchen), or the way she held her hands, or took a stance. It reallywas very interesting. I never knew how much was involved. I neverrealized that there was a feminine way of pouring a cup of.