”I grinned, “You mean you weren’t sure if I was gay or not? Good, because I was wondering the same thing about you all night and praying that I ...asn’t wrong about the vibe I was picking up.”“Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask if you want to come back to my place after the concert?” Gavin asked, looking hopeful.I touched his hand, “Would it be okay if I didn’t want to wait until the end?”Fast forward a bit, and we were in his apartment, pulling our shirts off and sliding out of our jeans.. In such times I would do small errands for her like getting ration, medicines or drawing cash from bank. In such occasional talks with her I found that she was very nice and witty. I was working in a warehouse (godown) then for very low pay and I was also searching for some good job and I was naturally worried about it. So she would pep me in her talks.One day in the afternoon I came to home to take food. I went to the back yard to wash myself. In the back court yard a small area had been. ...but it does, though. She knows that. So when I got back from my trip out into the storm, she was waiting for me…She was wearing a shirt, no bra, her nipples jutting through the thin fabric. Again, she knows that drives me crazy. Her shorts were super short, exposing all of her beautiful tan legs. She was barefoot, and I could feel her heat as soon as I embraced her. It was obvious; I was not the only one horny.I didn’t say a word; I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. Once at. The older woman now sitting very close. Talking directly into the side of Ella’s face. One hand stroking the girls hand. Across the back. Down the fingers and between them. Lightly. Ever so lightly. Her other wrist casually draped across the young girl’s knee. Those fingers wrapped under and stroking the back of her knee. Again lightly. Very lightly. Almost unfelt by Ella. And yet all the time working those deeper senses. The girl’s swinging foot losing momentum now. Her voice beginning to.