Coming to the story I used to masturbate thinking about my dadi since many years. I dada dadi used to sleep in the same room and in the morning when I...would sleep till late dadi would come into the room after her bath with just a towel on her boobs and a petticoat. She would soon drop the towel thinking I’m sleeping giving me full view of her naked boobs.Dadi wears just sarees at home with blouse petticoat and panty but no bra. She thinks she is old enough to not drag attention from anyone and. "someone who is gay?" I blurted out.He flinched, but didn't move away from me. Instead he put his own beer bottle on the table.Tom Welling stared at me, my eyes back at him, wondering who was going to break this silence.Then he nodded. "Yes, I am gay." Tom whispered. I smiled, for he had just confirmed my thoughts about him."What's so funny?" he asked me. "I'm gay too." I told him.Once again he stared at me. "You?!" I reached forward and kissed him on his lips, before he could pull away. "Yes,". " I gasped."Shut up, Tim."She dangled a set of silver nipple clamps above me. "Does my helpless little slut want her tittie teasers?"I wasn't sure what Wendy was doing; she had never quite talked to me like this before. Why was she calling me a "slut"? Why was she referring to my chest as "titties"? And had she really said "her"? I felt a rush of both fear and excitement. My God, I wondered, did she know? Or was this just another method she was using to humiliate me?Before I could give these. So I pulled out my cock and said he could touch it if he wanted. He looked at me and then down at my cock with the band of my briefs under my nuts and so I took his hand and placed it around my dick and maneuvered his hand up and down the shaft. He stared doing it on his own and so I sat back and let him stroke me. After a bit of that, we smoked another bowl and I had him stand up and I pulled down his sweatpants and breifs and bent him over the sofa. I looked down at h is sweet ass cheeks.