He had thick hairy legs which barely fit into the legs of the shorts he was wearing. The wife beater he had on strained from the bulk it held in place...and the parts of his body not covered by the shirt were covered in fur. I couldn’t do anything but stare at this damn handsome hunk of bearflesh.He stepped up to the urinal and undid his pants then hauled out a most impressive piece of manflesh. I continued to stare; he seemed not to notice or care. He crossed his arms across his big belly while. M’Crimmond.’ ‘But at least he’s handsome, not all skin and bone with the face of a crusader on a battered old tomb.’ ‘Hush, the pair of you,’ I cried. How can you talk of him so? Supposing Mama, or Mrs. Ferguson (the housekeeper) were to hear you. You know everything she hears gets back to Mama.’ I was forced to suppress the desire to slap their silly faces for the cruel things they were saying. But the very last thing I could allow was anything that might expose my pathetic infatuation to. ” “So, why are you here exactly?” I thought about his question and replied, “Just curious and wanting a new experience I guess.” “Isn’t that just what I’m offering you?” He had me there. “Yeah, I guess.” I replied, scared of the implications. “So, is that a yes, you want to try it?” Scared but unable to escape his logic I said “Yeah.” Cool! Come with me. We went to the counter where I paid little attention as he did a little transaction then somewhat terrified, followed him down the dark. I shivered with cold and shame. I, a traditional Bihari lady, standing in open terrace in skimpy bikini!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Amazing!!! I was silent. My son put me beside a flower pot in doggy position. He spread my legs and hands widely. My butt moved upward. He asked me to smile and starts photographing me, again between my legs and hands. Then he put one of my legs on flower pot. Zoom-click-zoom-click. He took my video in many poses. Like doggy & put both hands on butt. By this I balanced on my.