Maybe it was her new blouse and sari that was making her look so stunning.My eyes widened looking at her. She was in a 3/4th sleeved, chocolate-colore... blouse. And an imprinted chocolate-colored nylon sari wrapped tight and tucked at the side of her stomach. The heavy bags of groceries which I carried seemed to have lost their weight. But the weight of my bag now started to grow below my stomach.As I went close looking at her, my nostrils were blasted with the smell of jasmine from the jasmine. I fingered her pussy for few minutes and then said lets go. I said “i will go get the condom, its in my pant outside.” the whole idea of the husband watching made me more and more nervous.I put a gum in my mouth then went in. I put on the condom and put it in. I started slowly and eventually found my rhythm. We were doing it in missionary position. I got a hold of her legs and was going in and out of her pussy rhythemitically. I saw her face and realized that she was enjoying it. I on the other. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman wearing. ” He delivered nineteen more across her glowing red ass before focusing on her upper thigh for the last five. Striking her just as hard with each blow leaving red stripes across her beautiful backside. After the last stroke, he walked close to her to inspect his work. He ran his hand across the rising welts, satisfied with his work. He started to rub her hot red checks in circles, making her moan and push her ass higher in the air for him. He slipped his hand between her legs and easily found.