This is really happening. I’m really doing this. With one hand, I reach up and pinch my right nipple. I’m so starved for touch that even that smal... pressure elicits a quiet gasp. Not ready to be through yet, I roll the nipple slowly between my thumb and index finger. I can feel it immediately hardening beneath my fingertips. I move onto the left nipple, pinching it a little harder this time. It too gets rolled slowly between my fingers until it stands erect on top of my breast. Going in with. In truth, much of my enjoyment came from the mood. The women were laughing, joking and having a good time. As the only male in the room, I was singled out for special treatment, and was 'forced' to taste everything. Sometimes repeatedly, when I cunningly said I wasn't sure what I thought.Mostly they were cooking sauces, so Vanessa and Mom could divide them up and keep them in their fridges or freezers until needed. There was some bulky food though, what Gina had been making when I'd left, so. I nodded my head happily wishing her birthday.In the lunch time, i went to life style (it was recently opened in Bangalore) bought a lovely watch and gift wrapped. I couldn’t resist my thoughts about seeing her again in the sari. I just was staring at my watch all day, when it stuck 5, left office and bought roses bouquet at the cool joint on the way and boarded auto to Shivajinagar.I was way early and started to wait for her where we usually meet. There she came few minutes late, was little. Well, he was around 35, a good 4" shorter than me without my heels so I was amazonian against him, as wide as he was tall, waddled when he walked and very hairy, which isn't usually my thing. But he was polite enough, he asked if he could shower so I helped him, with the aid of my plasticised apron to cover my clothes, making sure that I washed and explored every part of his fat and hairy body.Then we got down to it and what a disappointment. His cock was only about 3" long - truly, that is.