“You didn’t, did you?” repeated Mr. Dutt.Mrs. Dutt shook her head and stared down at the table. “No,” she replied, “Lara didn’t ask me.�...�Sonia and Vick stared at each other: both knew what was coming.The bottom of Mr. Dutt’s large fist thudded on the table, causing the plates and glasses of water to vibrate. “That girl…” he muttered in English, exhaling out loud. “Someone needs to discipline that girl….”“Rishik!” started his wife suddenly, “I have told you that my sister Mira is coming over. ...are you gay, Jimmy?” “ I haven't told anybody, but i think i am.” “ Ok then....” I said as i slowly unzipped. His eyes turned to saucers when he say my average 6.5 inch dick. I saw his dick jump a little. “Jimmy, man, its not THAT big.” He couldn't keep his eyes off it. “Can I touch it? Please? You said it wouldn't make you gay.” “If you must.” I had never had a hand job before, but the feeling i got as his little hand wrapped around my dick, I will never forget. It was so warm, but cold. His face brightens as he sees me standing provocatively, and unashamedly crude, ‘Hi, I’m Frida’, I say warmly, but his eyes are transfixed on my crotch, before shifting in an upward scroll over my flat tummy and perky breasts and nipples screaming to be suckled in his old mouth. He draws level with me and I embrace him, feeling his hands cup my buttocks and pull me closer. ‘My God’, he gasps, ‘I thought your husband was k**ding when he spoke of you’, but I never responded, choosing instead to. Mentally, in my mind’s eye I was seeing the face blur back and forth from my ex to our daughter, and ordering her around had me hard! This was no longer a quickie in a bar for a bet. For me, it reclaiming my emasculated self from the way they had financially neutered me in court just a week earlier. She reached tentatively for my zipper and I pushed her hands away and undid my belt and then the button and zipper and shoved my briefs and pants down so that my now angy cock popped out and.