I simply mumbled "thanks". Jonathan got up from the chair and slid completely out of his pants. Then he sat on the bed next to me while still stroking...his hard dick. "It's okay" he said. "You see? It's not that bad." I had been close to giving into my desires in the past but I never put myself in a position where I was sitting on a bed next to a guy who I just met, both with our cocks exposed and jerking off. This was starting to get out of control. He was taking these baby steps with me. Not. And, for the most part, accept neighbors as they are despite their quirks and eccentricities. Everybody knows everyone else, houses are spread out, leaving more room between neighbors and affording a bit more privacy. Though, there are disadvantages as well, it’s impossible to maintain any kind of anonymity as everybody knows everybody. Which also means gossip runs rampant. Small town life typically revolves around church as most of the town gathers there every Sunday and while not attending. I got started early. As I was exercising in my small backside garden, my neighbor Mrs. Radha, popped out of her house to do some garden-work herself. Any time she works in her back yard, she wears her typical kerala style dress comprising of her petty coat and blouse kinds. Her blouse barely holding her milk filled pots. I can’t help but stare. I know she’s caught me on a few occasions, but didn’t discourage, but simply carried her tasks. This I took as a sign of opportunity to get closer to. She looked adorable. The gallery owner led her into the back office. A pretty young woman with long dark hair and glasses and a sexy body stuffed into a business suit darted out a couple minutes later with the drawings in one hand and a check in the other. When the owner and my sister emerged the owner explained her cut of 50%, apologizing for the size but explaining new artists expected it. Since my sister had no bank account, the owner sent her assistant to cash the check and bring the.