I was waiting for my husband after the marriage ceremony. Thepast few days had been hectic with all the excitement and preaching,suggestions I had rec...ived. I had seen the guy I was to marry oncewhen he had come to see me and I felt he was OK. I am 5’7″ (supposedly tall as per Indian standard). Fair, a goodfigure- about 32- 26-38. I have good sized breast with a dark andpointed nipples. I have a slighltly bigger buttocks and when I dressin sari or salwar kameez, the buttocks bounces out. My. Well, sometimes you can be in my ass, but mostly my cunt.”“My preferences as well,” I told her. We rearranged and I started to piston my shaft in and out of her hot pussy. Mindy had a little landing strip of light brown or blonde hair on her mons. To her left side there was also the tattoo of a pair of lips; the kind that would be left from lipstick left after a hard kiss to the area.Mindy said, “I got the tattoo the same time my four best friends did. We got them all the same night. Sooner or. I was starting to pretty sweaty, so I had to take a 10 second break and take off my shirt. She was moaning as she went up and down, and getting louder and louder by the minute. Then we caught Connie's attention again. This time she came in the room."Damn, I know I love this to some extent, but damn, your fucking loud," Connie said."Are we annoying you," I asked."Yes a little, I know your having celebration sex, but still damn your loud," Connie replied.Then Judy got up of me completely walked. They usually star you and me. Sometimes, though, just you. You naked. Gorgeous and free laying on a towel in the hot sun. You under the covers, in a cocoon of love. You in the shower, dripping wet and trying to wake yourself up.Other times though, I picture you with other people. Co-workers. Ex-lovers. Random strangers. Exotic places. Our special places. Communal areas. I can never tell which I am fascinated with more: your naked body, or your godly sexual skills. You are one of the few people.