He wasn’t used to this. He was a married wolf, after all! He hadn’t looked at another woman like that in years, much less another man. Sure, he'd ...ad that one experience with a guy back in college, but that was his roommate, it was just a friendly thing, a couple of guys getting off together it wasn’t like this, like gaping at another man’s body, a complete stranger no less. "I, er, um" he stammered."I’m Karl," the equine said, smiling a warm smile, squeezing the last of the water out of his. She was wearing a peacock color silk kurta with white salwar. Her straight brown hair was till her mid-back, in a ‘U’ shape. She was beyond fair, almost pale white in color, with brown eyes. She had a round face and a perfect figure with no excess fat anywhere.She spoke very formally with mom. There was someone with her, lingering far away in the background. It looked like a girl in a light-colored salwar suit, holding a plate of flowers and coconut. After praying, my mom asked me to speak with. So its my duty to make certain, even if it takes me to our last days on this planet, to truly convince her how beautiful, desired, appreciated and amazing she is from head to toe. Just how precious she absolutely is to me. Let me describe my voluptuous sexy sweetie. First off my wife’s a brunette with long spiral curly hair down to the center of her back, pretty big brown eyes, soft full sexy lips, and a set of big 44D cup tits with large areolas and proud nipples. Her weight goes up and down. It hungers and it thirsts. It starves, sometimes to death. Wakahisa-san was certainly a pretty girl, but she was just that: a girl, probably about the age of Shimizu’s son, maybe younger. Still, sometimes when he looked at her, his gaze would slide along the smooth surface of her cheekbone, out to her ear. She wore earrings sometimes, only studs when on duty, and at first he thought their sparkle was drawing his eyes away from hers. But it wasn’t the earrings that drew him up around her ear’s.