“But usually the women were more serious than I. I’ve been asked three times by wealthy women old enough to be my mother to marry them. They were ...ery nice ladies but that wasn’t for me. There was one special case, a middle-aged widow from Bangalore who had lots of money and wanted me to move to Bangalore and live with her. She was some wild woman! She was into kinky sex and introduced me to BDSM. I spent two weeks in Bangalore with her – going to various clubs. It was wild, and the sex was. And large eyes for an Asian. God her eyes…“Noah?”“Yeah, what’s up?”“What’re you looking at?”“N-Nothing,” I stutter.“Nothing?” she grins. “Are you sure?”She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and closes the distance between us, her hips swaying side to side. She’s standing so close to me that her breath tickles my cheek. Then she brushes my pants with her left hand.“Is that a pen in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”My dick throbs with her every caress.I rip myself away from her. That was duty. But looking forward to dancing just because I was in a beautiful dress? What justified that? I had still only been kissed twice, once by Lyonidas (well, all right, he kissed me more than once, but only on one occasion), and once by Julia (well, I had actually kissed her). Both had given rise to strong responses within me, but strongly different as well. I couldn't decide which one was wrong, but it didn't seem that both could be right. Julia, on the other hand, seemed to. Whilst applying this deliciously smooth lotion, I could actually feel her nipples becoming harder against the palm of my hand. She gave out just the softest of sighs as I proceeded to give them both a pinch and a pull myself and this simple response from her was enough to manifest a similar but more noticeable reaction on myself. My member was beginning to get very aroused and I made what I judged to be anyway, an inconspicuous, if not clumsy attempt to hide my reaction by holding the bottle in.