I was from a very traditional family, which gives values to relations and humanity. I was just like a poison drop in my milk pot family. still I do no... regret, because its ‘her’ fault.In the last part i have told that Sowmya told me that she will teach me the next lesson in steps. As a first step, she told me the sensual points of the women’s body. I am writing here the lessons gave by Sowmya.If you want your girl to get excited, first hug her from behind and try to play with her breasts, which. With that i undid the button fly on his jeans and opened them up and slipped my hand inside his pants and began rubbing his cock, his cock felt immensely hard and i could feel the veins that rippled there way down the shaft of his hard cock, his cock had a pronounced upward bend to it and a really large flared head, looking up at ian briefly i then began to lean forward and pull his pants down over his throbbing cock as it sprang out to attention, slowly i eased my lips around his bulging cock. So did I.He licked his lips and put out a hand to touch it. She let him pull the bra from her, let it fall down her arms, then tossed it at my feet. I felt it like a punch in the guts. I should leave. This was wrong; this wasn’t something I needed to see. Her eyes locked on me, glared at me, held me in place. She was my Top after all. I was her Bottom. She knew she had power over me and she was using every single ounce of it. I felt like I was pinned in position, helpless. I put my drink back. ’ ‘I don’t care. I don’t care about her, not anymore.’ he stared off at a framed picture of them together on the side table, ‘I haven’t in a long time.’ ‘What?’ I said incredulously, ‘Everyone always thought you two were the perfect couple.’ ‘Yeah, thought,’ he snorted, ‘I thought the engagement would change things. Guess not.’ ‘Wow. I had no idea. Neither of you ever said anything.’ It struck me then that of course he’d never known how to say it. Not even to me, the one who probably understood.