She was wearing purple shalwar qameez. She had long, black, thick hairs. And she had open neck qameez. Her qameez was so transparent that her navel wa...s visible.Her navel was like a pink rose. Her bra linings were clearly visible through her qameez. Her bra was so perfect and tight that place of her nipple was clearly visible. It was looking as if her boobs might pop out at any time. Her neck was like a surahi (long necked bottle) with little marks of pimple here and there. Her shalwar qameez. He seemed he had memorized the words he said, I realized then he wasnt Turkish. I tried to ask the price a few times without knowing what the service was like but my friend closed the case by saying “on me buddy”. A young asian woman took us to the massage room with a towel around the waist and we lied on our chest on a high bed side by side. The girl said I could watch my friend get a massage or wait outside. I didnt understand what was going on so I said “ok” and when the woman took of her. She would twirl round that the skirt flared up and gave me a glimpse of her thongs. It was enough to cause me to sweep her up into my arms to rush her back ino the bedroom for another lengthy fuck. There was never any resistance. Chelsea was the perfect wife. We had been seeing one another for nearly a month since our initial meeting in the laundry room and still she was keeping it a secret from her mother until she felt the time was right. I had mentioned to friends that I was dating someone. He would be so proud of you, the way you have made alife for yourself and your wife...is she going to be your wife?"Moll's peered around the kitchen door wrapped in her towel with a grin asbig as the Grand Canyon, before she blew me a kiss and vanished. "Yeahmom she will be my wife, well partner really, the traditional husbandwife thing ain't gonna work for us.."Patting my arm she snickered. "Then tomorrow you better get that girl aring."A ring...god yes, I hadn't thought about that, but it was.