Wasting no time, I walked to the bedroom again with my laptop and on the floor, I saw the pink transparent blouse from yesterday. Indian xxx While I did my part, Gayathri felt breathless. I am very fortunate that I got you as my wife.While I kept on talking to let my wife understand how impressed I was, Gayathri was smiling with one hand under her head lying on the bed, leaning to my side, covered under a white blanket, and looking at me the whole time.Me: Darling, say something. She turned her back to me and made more adjustments to the saree which I could not see.One thing I could notice was my wife did not have money in her hand. It’s good but in many ways.I had no words, I was just embarrassed to tell the truth. I felt sorry for him for the small show she could provide. And I wondered what fascinated her into drenching wet – me or the photographer?!I wanted to ask
