Nobody stared at the navel( which was unusual to me because its the total opposite in the south.Nobody wears low hip sarees .Even if they are wearing,...then most eyes would be on it).I congragulated myself saying that it was the best decision I made (coming to the marriage). I was spoilt for choice.There were so many sexy women in really sexy sarees (most of them were around 30-50 years old).I was just sitting there looking silently at all the women and their hips and navel and some side boobs. "You, you wont tell her will you?"He was quiet, rubbing the oil into my shoulders."Please, please don't tell her," I lisped louder."You are asking a lot Leanne, I don't know, I'll have to think about it,I might as well undo this tie around your neck, it isn't doing much andyour tits have been in plain sight for ages."I felt him pulling the bow free behind my neck."Noo..umm..i'm just going to lie back on my tummy now," I babbled."Relax Leanne, be a good girl, while I think about what to say to. Sometimes those nipples were flat, but at others they stood out from her breasts like little pencil erasers or something. And she had a pretty good patch of hair above her pussy too. We used to compare our pubic hair. I kidded her that girls were supposed to mature faster than boys, but I got hair first, and always had just a little bit more than she did.Truth be told, though, hers was blond, and harder to see, while mine was dark and looked like more than was actually there. The only time we. This also pushed her tits together allowing me to have a great view of her hard nipples. I watched then bounce and jiggle as I drove deep inside. Her pussy was so noisy as I pulled my dick in and out of her wide open, soaking wet love hole. She only needed a few more strokes to push her to climax. Her legs started twitching, and her pussy grabbed my cock like a vise, she arched her back and pouted her lips in full release. I kept fucking her, telling her how tight her pussy was but she is.