Part of the fair was still open, so they were making the best of it they could. Everyone studiously ignored the big gray elephant on the other side of... the Avenue.Ian and Chloe stopped by a shooting range, wondering if they’d like to try it. Instead of the usual yellow ducks, this one had Swarmtroopers as targets. Everything else was traditional: the barker out front, the tacky prizes and the (probably) misaligned pellet guns.While the two children were deciding, a nondescript man in a white. I already knew the answer because of my little spy hole, but I didn't want her to know that. "Did Pete, or anyone else ever screw you in your ass?" No, Honey, no one ... ever." Then why aren't you on your hands and knees?" Will it hurt?" she asked."Does it matter?" I ... of course not, if that's what you want," she said sliding off the couch and going to her all fours.From behind I gently pushed her head to the floor, then using some lubricant, entered her anally. She gasped, then grunted as I. And me being the son in law of the house or the crown prince, I was enjoying all this. She was 4 months pregnant at that time and glow of expecting mother was clear on her face. Although she was making double meaning jokes, but it was all part of pulling the legs of groom and bride which often happens in traditional Indian weddings.All went well and we got married. I often visited to my in laws house with my wife after the marriage. We all used to chit chat a lot and talk about our life. There. My hands were moving along her waist, her shirt sliding out and my fingers playing with her waist. My hardness was going all around her lower body. I could hear moans from her now. It was the hint that we are going for a long night tonight.I lifted her in my arms and took her to her bedroom. As soon as a put her on the bed we started removing our clothes. She was off her shirt and I unzipped her skirt and slide it out her beautiful smooth legs. She really knew to dress sexy. Her red-black lacy.