Shayla looked deep in thought for a moment, When I touch myself like that it just tickles she told me. Does it feel different if someone else does it ...for you? she asked. I was getting into unknown territory here. I dont know I replied, I dont have boobs or a cunny, so I couldnt tell you. Yeah but youve touched your wifes, havent you she said. Well, yes I have I couldnt think of anything else to say. Does she like it? Shayla asked. I was trying to stall enough to direct the conversation. We bathed together and got ready separately in our rooms. And packed our dresses and went downstairs. We ate lunch and went to dad and mom. Got their blessings and mom Started crying and said come here often. Dad gave us money and arranged us a car. We gave them a goodbye and get inside the car. I too started crying. The car left home.It will take four hours to reach my Hubby’s place. I was wearing green saree instead of white. ( hey I am married and I had enough of these fucking traditions. If. A minute later they were at each side of the sun bed. Through the haze of the wine and the direct sun I could hardly see, but I felt it. They were laughing, I wondered how much they had drunk as oil was poured all over my body, followed by many hands sliding up and down, touching, nipping and squeezing. I started to rise but a hand pushed me down. Jed was rubbing my breasts and about to erect my nipples, I covered them, knowing if he squeezed my erect nipples I wouldn’t be able to say no.. Like I didn'thave to be such a toughie all the time, that I could be as vulnerableas I liked... if I wanted.As far as the body thing went... Well, it's not as if Tam had been like super experienced before westarted doing it. She had been with a couple of girls and a guy or twobut in fleeting ways. But even that limited experience was way morethan I'd ever had. I couldn't count my Martin time anymore as far as Iwas concerned, and I wouldn't have wanted to. Doing it with a dick wasjust kind.