Mary and I resumed our kissing only now my hands freely roamed her body. I discovered her husband working the hidden side zipper down on her corset an... then removing that from her followed by the panty. By this point my cock was ready for action and I could tell that she was getting there too, but we lingered a little longer as Robert squeezed up behind her having disrobed himself and he began kissing her shoulders and neck and back.And then he caught my hand and began to suck on my index and. He looked at me like I was crazy. We returned to our hotel on the harbor. Hosi and I had just finished our shower when I asked her about the confrontation. ‘It was nothing. Don’t forget that I am trained as a warrior. They were big but very slow. Of course, wearing all these foreign clothes made me slower, too. I much prefer to wear only my skirt.’ ‘I can see I’ll have to be on my very best behavior,’ I kidded. ‘Oh, yes, David…you’d better take very good care of me or else I’ll have my way. I am a Mysurean but currently working in Bangalore. I have written many stories among which many are my own life experience and others are erotic experiences of my lovely reader fan base. You can ping me to write your own life’s wildest part which I will be happy to write and publish (only real stories).Coming to the story, a girl approached me after reading my story. Anitha (real name) aged 21, who was pursuing her Masters in Mysore at NIE College. She was basically from Coorg and was staying. ’ She told me through a veil of tears. Nannie was my grandmother. I don’t have too many clear memories of her. My childhood was very stressful and distraught at times, so some memories that I wish were clear to me are not. When I think of my Nannie I have a very clear image of her sitting in a faded white rocking chair on the front porch of her tiny little Tallassee house. Her hair was mostly dark, shot with silver and grey in places. I believe that every time we visited her there she was.