Next day I went to attend one function and went to center with half saree. He saw me and told Indu your are looking very sexy today. I just smile and ...at in front of the system and started to type programs. He sat left side to me and saw my boobs happily. I was wearing green blouse and shall and pattupavadai. He was not able to control him self and without my permission he touched my hip and told me Indu you hips is very soft I erected and he put his hand inside my saree and started pressing by. Voh jaise hi dhakka mara uska aadha Lund meri Gaand mein chala gaya, jiske karan dard se mere mooh se aaaahhh nikal gayee, voh bola yaar under lete samay dard hota hai, magar baad mein maza bhi to ata hai Voh thodi dare vaise hi raha to pain khatam hogaya phir voh do teen dhakkon mein poora Lund meri Gaand mein daal dya. Jab poora Lund meri Gaand mein chala gaya to phir mere back par apna stomach rakh kar mere nipples ko halke halke pinch karne laga. Kyonke voh bhi Gaand marata hai isky usko. It seemed as though time stood still, I panicked and looked around, knowing that the others knew. Only they weren't paying any attention to us. I felt so judged by everyone, but then it clicked. They don't care. I realized then what my issues were. I had no problem enjoying another man, I just felt like everyone else did. I was holding myself to the jokes of my youth. Calling each other gay as an insult. Telling another guy to suck my cock was degrading to them. It was all bullshit. Adam said. He went to the room, took out a book of Beethoven Sonatas and put himself through four of them. It was his way of purging his complicated thoughts. Then he went back to the living room, programmed his hard drive player to play Mozart symphonies, opened a bottle of Shiraz and settled to sort out his thoughts and feelings.It crossed his mind briefly that when he wanted to think, he went to Mozart and Beethoven, a far cry from what he wrote. As the music began to play, he set himself to think.