I had been right; her sparsely-haired vulva was the very image of that overused but nonetheless apt metaphor, a succulent peach.Her breasts, now bared... were the sweet muffins I had imagined them to be. Granted, her impudent pink nipples were much larger than I had noticed before, steepling heavenward in their stiff arousal. Curiously, I hadn't spotted their pebbly prominence before, even though she seldom wore a bra under her tight tops.Certainly it was no surprise that the sass-mouthed. What do you look at me? What you enjoy in me?”Me: With fear in response to her, “I enjoy looking at your body & your curves. I masturbate and relax myself”Sahana: “Pervert, you masturbates looking at me”. I nodded. We broke into silence. My eyes were filled with tears and asked her sorry again. Without speaking anything she went down.Next day morning I woke up late. Mom already left home. I was feeling some kind of hesitation to enter home. Sahana already had bath & sat on sofa watching TV. I. " Then why trap me like this? Why can't I move or open my eyes?" There is no other way. I hate to see you like this I really do but I need you to stay here. Just for as long as I need to make you understand. I do not want you to see me until I am ready; I cannot bear the thought you may reject me. When I see you look into my eyes for the first time I want to see love in those eyes not fear or hate. I have no wish to hold such power over you but for this day. For this one moment in time it is. The burgers were always awesome, and the view fromthe outdoor patio was to die for! It is on a lake, with the outdoordining area going out over the water. The sunsets there are breathtaking,with wonderful pines, cypress and oaks surrounding the lake. We enjoyed awonderful dinner, just as she had asked for, and enjoyed the scenery;talking about our past as girlfriends. Things had not worked out for her as she had hoped with the man she hadleft me for, but she knew what she wanted. I.