I am the piece which make you complete. You stand there in front of me, I see the look of longing in your eyes, a hunger, a need, a lust, you need me... more than anything else. Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your buttock, moves around and then I move it inside the long skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl.. I didn't know then the terminology for the things I like. We walked off the path slightly into the woods and he told me to strip. I did immediately knowing that if I didn't he would just as easily walk away. Naked I stood before him as he got undressed his dick hard, I wet and ready for whatever he would dole out to me. He indicated I should give him a blow job so I knelt before him as he firmly grabbed the back of my head ramming his cock down my throat, thrusting in and out his pre-cum. But I digress. This story is about Didi’s marriage night and lets’s go back there. Lokesh was the third of five son’s. He was the family idiot. No talent. No drive. Didi’s exact words. All he wanted to do was to sit in an air-conditioned office through the day and drink through the evening. No one in the family or office respected him. But there were two sons below him and it was imperative to get him married so that their marriages could proceed.Varsha’s family was a middle-class farming one.. "I can get him back; you can order what you like," I stammered uselessly. I didn't want the next forty minutes to be nothing but silence between us.She smiled to herself, a private joke. "You ordered for me. No one has done that since I was a small c***d." Well, there's nothing about you that is still a small c***d," I said softly.The wine was presented and as were two wine goblets. Our server poured the first half glass."Please, take a slice of bread," I said as I took a sip of wine, allowing.