Now coming back to the story I took class for her husband and was able to impress him as well in fixing the pain very much momentarily after the pract...ice of YOGA technique, so this continued for few months. I have to tell you she was down to earth person and did not have any head weight at all.On a regular basis I used to see her in all types of outfits and just before the class she used to go to her room to change and come back with a skin tight pant and a T-shirt for YOGA practice. Most of. I fought against the restraints and arched my back. I waited to feel him deep within my pussy. He didnt disapoint me. With his pants pulled down and his suit and coat top still on he came to me and pressed his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Then, with one quick motion he pushed all the way inside of me. I had been a virgin on our wedding night and remembered how painful our first intercourse was. But, he was gentle yet presistant and within a short time our sex began to feel divine. Today. "But I can go after that?" I asked."If you're really bored, but you never know, you might enjoy it!" my mother replied."I doubt it" I muttered, and so with an unhappy look on my face, we stepped through the side gate, and made our way into the neighbour's big back yard, where half the street was already gathered drinking and chatting, while congratulating Mrs Chester on her birthday, and eagerly my parents joined them.I how ever strolled over to the make shift bar Mr Chester had set up on a. It was a compliment, not an homage. I liked it. It reeked of sincerity. But it was unsettling. ‘Thanks.’ This guy was different. He treated me with respect. He related to me as a person. To him I was not the hottest woman he could ever imagine seeing. I was someone he could sit and talk to quietly, someone he could just spend silent time with while we were working separately, someone he just liked to be with. It made me feel really good. Sure, it’s nice being worshipped. But this, I don’t know,.