Ian's hands move down to your stomach and he presses his palms against it. He slowly begins to slide his hands downwards, stopping right before he get... to your crotch. He looks up into your eyes, and smiles."I bet you've never had a woman feel this good just by having her hands on your stomach." No, I haven't," you admit."I could make you feel good. I promise you that." Ian says suggestively.You stare down at him. None of this makes sense. You're both male, and he's a human. He should be. That would not be fitting for this, her new role. She shivered, as she felt a hand on her butt. A foot between hers, insisting that she placed her unchained foot close to the other wall. Then that foot was quickly locked to another eyelet. She now stood with her feet almost touching either side of the corridor, blocking it completely. Then there was an arm around her waist, still from behind, making sure that she would not fall. And now there was 2 hands on her bottom!She had never felt more. Sensing that I am not leaving she stood up and began to arange books in the racks. She was wearing a sleeve less chudi. Whenever she raised her arms, the small hairs of her arm pits were visible and the sweet smell of some deo was peircing my nasal cavities. I was becoming more and more horny. I suddenly moved closer to her and took a book from the upper rack. In the process, I pressed my hard dick in her ass. Her butts was so soft that I couldn't ever imagine such a soft thing in this world. I. I respected her for that and too her credit she never left me high and dry. After our fourth date we found ourselves alone in her parent’s house for a couple of hours and she took me in hand for the first time. I hadn’t been her first but I was her last. Her touch was soft and gentle and she also seemed to know all the erogenous areas of a male penis. Her fingers seemed to grip in the right places; her stroke was neither too fast, nor too hard, and she seemed to be able to sense the right.