We reached the wedding around 7 in the evening. I was wearing sherwani and Sindhu was wearing a red transparent saree, with red sleeveless blouse. She... wore it below her navel and god, she was damn sexy. Her curvy ass cheeks are clearly pushing out her saree and every time she walks, oh boy!Ashok also reached around the same time. He saw us and came to us. I introduced him to Sindhu. His eyes were all over her. Sindhu was smiling. Ashok is also quite well built, handsome guy from Delhi. He was. The groom had been given his choice for which woman he wanted first and he'd chosen me to laughter as he declared, "My wife-to-be is only five-four so this may be my last chance to fuck a tall girl!" The flask was taken from my hand and eager arms helped me onto my back atop the bed. It was the prospective groom who covered me while still more hands grasped my ankles to spread my legs wide for him. Whoever it was who'd pronounced me 'wet and ready' had told the truth as the groom's cock easily. An attempt for the appearance of needing modesty and being able to remain naked with everyone. There was much more to this woman than any of us knew.The guys led the way back into the house. They started the grill immediately and then were getting the steaks from the refrigerator and more beer for the cooler. Dori and I followed behind them. I knew Dori was okay with the nudity when I felt her elbow poke my arm and she was pointing at the two bare butts in front of us. I smiled and that drew a. First, after more than a week of practice, helearned that nobody expected him to be perfect. Failure did not findhim banished as had happened to his brothers, instead everybody assumedthe new girls would struggle. Still he did not like it and felt others,who had practiced longer than he, used it as an excuse to explain away,not overcome, lack of success. It triggered his competitive spirit,which had won him to horrible victory over those lost brothers, and hereturned, night after night, until.