But I was drunk and naked, talking to my naked cousin, so what the heck."Yup," I said. "Whenever I feel like it. Actually, you know how I’ve rubbing...my cock for the last few minutes, as we’ve been speaking? Well, that’s jerking off."Her face turned red as she realized I was right. She paused. “Does it feel good?” she asked.“Hell yes!” I laughed. “That’s why I do it!”"How often do you do it?" she asked. "Like, when was the last time you did it?"I could have bullshitted her and said a couple of. After the encounter with Nayna, we became very good friends and we use to enjoy all intimate moments and tried different postures of Kamsutra, which she even started putting on paper through colors.On one fine morning, I received a call from her , where she told me that two of her friends wanted to meet me , as they are really not happy because of their boring married life. When I asked the reason, she said that their husbands are only concerned with the traditional intercourse and no warmth or. No matter what happened, she didn't want to lose Mike. But should I just sit back and let him play around with that little blonde right under my nose? she argued. Almost painfully, she thought again of the cache of pornographic pictures she'd discovered, lewd filthy photographs of Mike in disgusting positions with different women. The shock of finding them still affected her, and her subsequent action of getting aroused by them shamed her through and through. She didn't even allow herself to. " I just grinned at her, unsure of what to do. Getting my wits about me, I invited her in, and with some embarrassment, cleared the newspapers from the couch. I don't spend any time in the living room, but didn't think it would do to invite her back to my bed room. Not that the thought wasn't appealing. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. My name is Joanne." Smiling my stupid grin again, I assured her that I was ok and introduced myself. I offered her a drink, though the only thing I had.