Slowly reaching under I grabbed his nuts and started massaging them tugging them with love as my cowboy lover started dirty talking me down calling me...his faggot whore a young teen whore, who was I to argue I was one and ta boot I luv role playing. So I tried to pull away telling him maybe we shouldn't be doing this out here. His reaction was what I expected, one of confusion, horniness and anger, to which he replied:''Shut your fucking slut whore mouth!! who do you think you are seducing me. I can literally stand upright in the ocean and breath through my nose without moving a muscle. This later became a skill set the Marines exploited to do dirty jobs in the even dirtier water of the Delta I’d rather not remember. Searching the hulls of boats in the harbor for contraband and explosive devices is not fun in the water, or a nice day at the beach. It’s a dirty job but somebody has to do it I was told.I have to admit though that the week at the pool in Boot Camp was a fine revenge on. My mom noticed this change in me and asked what happened and I told the issue with my friends and she consolidated me and urge me to go out but I rejected her option she said then I can help her to reduce her body fat and I said you are already fit but she insisted me to help her as she is feeling she getting chubby and workout will help her to maintain her body and I agreed. I told her she can’t do exercise in saree so she would have to wear other clothes I agreed and told her we can start. Somewhere floating around is an elephant in the room. We both know how we met. Why we are friends. Why I am here…….I am not thinking about that. You sit, demurely, on your stylish sofa. It’s just slightly odd that you walked ahead and sat down and didn’t invite me to sit, but I walk to the sofa facing yours to sit down. You raise your hand to stop me. Instead, you motion towards the kitchen and ask me to get the bottle of wine and glasses which I will find there. Again, it feels a little odd.