Would he ever really be brave enough to ask her to explore the idea of her dating another man in hopes of discovering her own deep sexuality? Did he r...ally have the courage to be cuckolded just a little bit? What was the point? Those notions would have to just remain his private fantasies. He trudged into the kitchen, hoping on hope that there was a bottle of wine already open in the refrigerator. It was always easier to get away with a second or third glass if she already had a bottle open.. I want to be with you forever. I think you should move in with me, my place is larger, and I think we should get married as soon as we graduate."Then she started crying, who understands our beloved women? I pulled her into my arms and kissed her and hugged her and my cock got hard (we were both still naked) and she stopped crying and straddled my lap easing down on my hard cock. When it was in to the hilt in her soft warm tight cunt I moaned,"Carol... I love you and I love your warm friendly. She had worn back the same red salwar in a hurry I guess and her cleavage was clearly visible and she had a messed up hair.Manasa (shouting): You pervert! How dare you spy on a woman in her home!!Me: So I am a pervert for looking.. and what do your actions justify?Manasa: This is my house, that is my room, who are you to interfere with my personal business?Me: Then who was that man who came out of your house earlier?Manasa was shocked when she heard this. She had an opened mouth and had frozen. "Have you ever had paint on you before?" I shook my head. "Well, I'm not using regular paint, it's sugar based so you can basically eat it," she snickered and then collected herself. "It's easy to wash off." She took my hand in her warm hand and guided me to a part of her flat that had the floor covered with a plastic sheet, a canvas was on it but she moved it and then looked at me with anticipation. "So... should I remove my clothes?" I said in awe. "Sure, um, I'll get the paint," she blushed.