Devan was shattered, seventy years was hardly an age to manage divorce. Kanchi will know of his long buried lies and she was a stubborn lady. Preoperative tests for his pancreatic surgery were on and the doctor immediately knew what he had concealed through fifty long years of marriage. She was arriving and he was awaiting the disaster. Kanchi entered the room and approached Devan with her wobbly walk and a fixated stare. His eyes were pleading guilty until Kanchi laughed aloud and said your smile was always natural, just not the teeth my darling!
Not in his wildest dreams Tejas could have done this. With the big fat Indian wedding round the corner, this was his first time.
A chill ran down his spine at the sight of the shapely well toned blond and her box of equipment. Pleasure was forever hidden in pain, he winced.
“Let’s get started” tone husky, voice raspy , perfect heat. He winced with her every stroke and slouched exhausted by the time the ordeal was over.
His chest ached sweetly , but the waxing of chest was needed to wear the topless indian wedding attire for men , the dothi. What did you think?