The story which I am going to narrate happened in 1992. I was born and bought up in a small town called Srirangam in Tamil Nadu. I was bought up by a ...priest father and a housewife mother in a very conservative way, I grew up wearing half sarees, studying in a girls school/College, never interacting with boys etc. I was 20 years old and just out of college when my parent fixed my marriage with a business man named Krishnan. My husband Krishnan was 12 years older than me, he was a business man. I was staring, mesmerized by the movement of a neatly trimmed pubic bush, which was nearly tickling my nose. Jennifer stood above me and was energetically scrubbing my hair."You better close your eyes," she warned. I felt soap running down my face. I reached down to cup some water and splashed my face and her belly.She giggled.I leaned forward to blow the soap that was running down her belly into the tight curly nest below."Oh!" she squealed. She stepped back and pointed a finger at me. "Don't. Eventhough I don't have anyone to let my cock explode into. I thought 7would be enough. But, not this time around." She pouted. Kate movedbackwards, feeling her cock easily slide out of her lover's ass.Jane slid down into the floor. Cum seeped out of her abused anus, herhands moving to cup her cheeks together so that it didn't get on thefloor anymore than it needed to. Kate slid to the floor herself. Herhands had to support her bodyweight, or she would have fallen completelyonto the ground."Oh. I was confused about what had happened and barely slept that night.The next morning once she left for work, and since I had the day off. I went to the link that Mark had sent me. There they were three videos to download. Butterflies again fluttered in my stomach as I opened the first video.It was in the lounge where she greeted him with a big smile.I am in decent shape, but not to the same level as the man who would be touching her. He told her to have a seat on the couch and explained how this.