At six the doorbell chimed. A tall thin African stood in a cheap suit and tie selling the word of god--a Jehovah's Witness. The timing made me skeptic...l and he proved me right. "I'm not interested," I said."Believe me," said the African suddenly sounding like a student from nearby Johns Hopkins, "this will save your soul." Stepping inside a moment, he opened a drab brief case and extracted another brand new and expensive case that had filled it and gave it to me."The lord is with you," he said. I am fair in complexion. But where I really stepped out of the line was when it comes to talks and my spectacular efficacy in bed. I have had a short relationship with my teacher who had praised my kinkiness in bed. Sadly, she is married and moved abroad. So when I saw pragya for the first time, I was 22 and she was 19. Pragya was coming from an ultra-rich Christian family from Munnar. The climate and geography of Munnar had played magic in her beauty, while the traditional Christian nature of. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Can't we at least be friends?"I looked at her sitting across from me, still the best looking girl that ever went out with me and I figured, "What the hell, it can't hurt to be just friends" so I said:"Okay. We can be friends."She smiled and stuck out her hand and said, "Shake?" I took it and shook it and eleven months later I took her hand again and slid a ring on her finger as I said, "I do."The next five years went by fast. Tricia and I decided that we wanted to wait. Then my focus was her pussy. The thin material again was riding right up the middle, pussy lips on each side. When Peggy got to the bottom, she turned and bent over, showing me her ass and pussy from behind. The thin strip barely covered her asshole, so it too peaked out from the sides. I grabbed Peggys ass and squeezed it . I pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her butthole and pussy a bit. I spit on my finger and played with Peggys butt hole. Then I looked up and wifey was on her way down, in.