I picked up a box and turned to put in in another location but walked into the edge of a pile of other boxes and squashed by balls on the corner. Only...a guy knows how much this can hurt and I dropped the box I was holding and clutched my sore balls. I pulled my shorts down to inspect the damage and decided I had had enough of clearing up for one day.Still with my shorts down I rubbed my aching balls wondering if I had done any lasting damage. The rubbing moved from my balls to my cock and I. I didn't mean to embarrass you but you did ask for an explanation" I'm not really into girls..." I trailed off as I looked at her and then tore my gaze away. "Sorry"She sighed again, "It's ok. You can't help it. Don't feel bad. Everyone reacts the same" Really?" I asked not really believing her."Yeah. It's not so bad with straight women. They still get aroused but it's not directed at me. Everyone else though..." she sighed again."I'm really not..." You're at least curious or you wouldn't look. Out of breath and panting, she felt exhausted, but the rush of victory was invigorating. From under the heap of corpses, left rotting in the setting sun, the tip of a ruby twinkled in her eyes. Picking at it carefully, she found that it was affixed to the hilt of a sword, raising it thus from the gore and viscera of the fallen. The hilt was made of solid obsidian, within which swirled specs of purple, gold and white. An inscription lay upon the long, silver blade The Ultiplex of the. I was standing beside this lady. She was sitting on the aisle side and was staring me. Usually, that’s not a new thing for me as the girls in my college also stare at me a lot. She was around 40 years old and had huge boobs. Her figure might have been 38-30-38. She was wearing a saree and I could clearly see her cleavage.After a while, the driver suddenly applied brakes and in a hurry to stop myself from falling down, my hands went on her shoulders. My two fingers just went in her blouse.