As I was thinking these things, the k** grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly. Just then his hand fel... my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I was married. ‘ Oh my god. She is married’, he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I then lifted up my shirt and shedid the same with her halter top, exposing her amazingly shaped and barebreasts. I wanted to reach out and touch her and that was exactly what Idid except when I touched the mirror everything went white. It took me amoment to readjust my vision but I immediately felt something different.Everything felt different. For one, I felt like I was on my toes andthere was definitely a weight hanging down from my chest. When Iregained. Gently, and with wonder he traced his obeisance with his lips; following the line of the finely chiselled line of her collarbone, echoing the full swell of her breast, fashioning the delectable curve of her belly and the inimitable arc of her hip.His adoring mouth gradually reached the juncture of her thighs and her divine womanhood. Once at this precious altar of love, Simon increased his worship over and again with his tongue and his lips until, her hands tangling in his hair, his goddess. She was great. We decided amicably that we weren’t compatible to share digs, since I’d want to be partying, bringing guys home, all of that, whereas P was more into her studies and a quiet life. So we split in that sense (I moved out a few days later) but in another sense we didn’t, because we stayed in touch and in fact became very good friends right the way through university. We mixed in different circles, did different things, but always enjoyed each other’s company. Perhaps it’s because we.