When I was a kid, I heard more than once that this man or that man was peculiar or queer, or that I should stay away from him. Didn't hear much about ...esbians, except that she preferred another woman’s company. I should have arrived into adulthood sexually traumatized, but I didn't. Matter of fact, I have been pretty well stable in the fact that I was and am bisexual. I had a penis in my mouth when I was sixteen, licked a pussy not long afterward, and have spent the rest of my life bouncing. He moves back to my flushed torso, and works his way down from the top of my chest, moving over, around, between, under, and alongside my breasts. He lavishes attention on them, softly pressing my nipples, gently squeezing them, then guided by my gasps pinching and twisting them firmly. I’m ready to cum standing there.He continues down and across my rib cage, my belly, rubbing his finger inside the little crater of my navel, which he knows is a turn-on for me. I’m dripping now. He wipes his. Perhaps, you are humming or singing or even tapping your foot now, but the more you think of it, the better your mind can hear it now. The more you can hear it, the more your body relaxes and your mind follows to the music without even thinking about it now. You are ready for the next test.I want you to imagine smelling the odor of the opposite sex, perhaps it is an alluring perfume. Perhaps it is a soapy clean smell. Perhaps it is the erotic smell of sex that wafts so easily up towards. Yes it worked, I could see him adjusting to sit comfortable due to the growing size of his dick. At times, I could see him missing his breath. At times he almost forgot I was there with him. He was just engrossed in seeing her pictures.There was one picture, where I was hugging my wife from behind. She was in a black sari, with mirror work here and there, semi transparent, and short sleeves. And the pallu folded making her look in figure resembling %. Pallu in between, her round tight breasts.