I am now living in a crappy flat in a less than desirable part of town. But, I've only myself to blame I suppose, and it was only a matter of time bef...re something had to give. Ok...I'm 54 now, just under six foot and twelve and a half stone. I'm in good shape, and work as a salesexecutive for a catering supply company. I travel a lot. It was nearly ten years ago when I first gave into a nagging doubt I had about who and what I was. We had flown to Paris for Sylvia's birthday, and had done the. After collecting half glass juice she stand up and went to her room and after entering her room she closed the door. It was 6’30 am.Then bharati devi kept the glass on a bed side table and started calling her son. Bharati devi- pradip, pradip my son wake up see what i have brought for you. By listening his mother’s husky voice pradip opened his eyes and saw his mother was standing beside her and her saree is almost faliing down in the floor and her voluptuous breasts were almost naked and her. The difference now versus last night was night and day. Last night he was feeling the hard stiff denim as he rubbed her butt. Now however, it was only soft cotton between his fingertips and her soft ass. In fact, he was amazed at how soft and flexible the flesh between his fingers was.He moved his hand from the right cheek over to the left. Of course, it felt the same. Within seconds though, he decided to find out how both together felt. He lifted his right hand and before the imprint on her. I didn't stop him and he started to rub and thenmasturbate my penis. The warfare inside my mind continued, my emotionswere going crazy. As he was touching my penis it seemed to strengthenthe case for the argument at how gay this was because a girl doesn'thave a penis. I noticed that I was getting a very stiff erection fromhis touch and a few quiet moans exited my red lipsticked mouth.Soon he was seriously jacking me off, I thought of how totally gay thisentire experience was, but still there.