When I came out, I dried myself off and toweled my hair. My bikini would dry in 10-15 minutes, but my long dark brown hair would take more time to dry... in the sun and wind. Before joining the girls on the poolside chaises, I noticed the guys in a huddle over in a corner, adamantly talking and gesturing. I decided to go over and push their buttons a little. I had a serious expression on my face and asked them what they were talking about. I also asked, ?you guys planning what you’re going to do. Me- well, I have known you by the name TIN, so that makes me your close friend too, hahaha.Tin- yes, of course, Ram. (giggling)Me- since you have never worn any Indian outfits, I will explain in brief what it is called and how it is worn, ok?Tin- yes, please.Me-this is called a sari/blouse, it consists of a 5.5-meter drape called sari, a underskirt is worn inside & this drape called sari is worn around the waist & then it is left on the shoulder, this called blouse, which is worn as it is. With more oil on his hand, he prepared his tight hole for what he would realise later, would be a punishing. An oily hand guided the shafts head towards his opening. He flared his hole as the first nipping sensation hit, the little hole not so little any more. Head back, eyes rolling and mouth open, he felt ashamed at himself, behaving like such a slut. But desire had taken him and drove him slowly up and down on the thing, it's veins and bulbous head rippling through him as he couldn't help. Then we shall begin!" i then said.I then took hold of the zip on the back of her dress, and slowly began to pull it down.As it slid down, her dress began to part open, and i could see her pale white flesh, with a few freckles here and there, appearing from under it, until the zip stopped just at the top of her little round arse.Then i reached up and placed my hands on her shoulders and eased her dress off of them, before it slipped down and fell to the floor, and now my little wallflower stood.