Suitably mollified we headed to the hotel. We hit the ground running and did a few hours of sightseeing before jet lag caught up with us. Then we took... an afternoon nap before getting ready for dinner. My wife wore snug-fitting jeans and a low cut blouse, with a light jacket. Since she's a little taller than me she does not generally wear heels, but the overall effect is still striking: seen from behind, her long slim legs lead to a firm ass. Her fitness is obvious and, at that time, she wore. Physically fit. Seemed to have a good figure, never saw her closely. Now thinking of her, it is odd. She may be stripping in front of Ishan now. All right let me take the first step, and remove my saree.“Shyam, I have never removed my saree in front of anyone but my husband. Here I am offering myself to you, please make love to me.” Saying so I surrendered myself to Shyam. What is the point of being reluctant ? Let him take advantage of me. Let him use me.Again Shyam held me in his muscular. I slowly and steadily stuff a half inch of my penis into your ridiculously tight star, accommodating for nothing but the tip of my hardened sex. After holding it there patiently, and after you let out a whimpered moan, I move in a bit farther to make use of the slight release in tension. To allow for about half of my dick to be covered, I spread and massage the oil soaked ass cheeks that close around my shaft and balls. After a little more pushing, I pull out my quivering cock to add another. I realized that the only weapon I had was a lightweight PVC water pipe cane. If the person closing on me was intent on evil, it would probably be the end of me."Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Lucy asked. "I would have loved to walk with you. You can even lean on me." I figure you need your sleep," I said smiling."You know I don't sleep." she said. Then the light bulb seemed to light up. "Ah that is humor. I understand now. Nonetheless you should have asked for help." I'm fine," I.