I was less deft with her skirt; but, having made her choice she was determined, guided my fingers to the buttons. And off it came, to reveal plain white standard uninspiring knickers. Another time I will write all about underwear and Chinese woman; it’s an interesting topic.

She flinched at first when I kissed her pussy through the fabric; but more kisses on her mouth, and breasts, erased those qualms, and down came the panties – her pussy neatly trimmed, elegant, her body beautiful, lithe, smooth. She flinched again when I went down on her and almost pushed my head away. But only almost; she stopped that when the feeling of it hit her. I guess her husband is a dull guy… in fact, I am sure of it, for, later, after demurring at going on top but then doing it anyway, and doing it with great verve and passion (moving her hips so that her pussy made tiny circles with my cock, and combining this with pelvic squeezes; or arching back to ride me, or falling forward to kiss me) she told me `I never do it like that.. I’ve only ever done it with the man on top..’

This is why China is pussy paradise; six years this guy has had this wife, and has never thought to try anything beyond the missionary, has never even (my ego prompts me to be sure) gone down on her. Thirty two years, and she has never been eaten out. And yet the passion with which she fucked me, and her general willingness to try anything I suggested, shows how open minded and keen to find out she is; and how she moved when she straddled me shows she has given it some thought, done some reading – for she did not at all behave like the novice she said she was. ...