Once a week, like clock-work, we went to bed and 'explored' each other. Eleanor didn't want to call it 'having sex', so we used 'explored' instead. Se...med to give it a better flair if you ask me. Made it seem important to both of us, and in a way it did. 'Exploring' with Eleanor was always a thrill, and we never got tired of each other. It was only in the two years before her death that our 'exploring' stopped completely. She wasn't able to do many things and she tired very easily those days.. “I mean you are still a shallow wanna-be stud who can’t really look a girl in the eyes.” I responded.“Oh, I don’t know, I seem to remember I looked you in the eyes as you were spread eagle in my back seat.” He said and laughed.“Great, nice, like I said. Shallow and now crude.” I said.“Baby girl, don’t be like that. I still have your panties in my desk and that little pussy is still one of the finest I have tasted.” He said and my blood crawled.“Well, I hope you have a good memory because. You're just a fucking toy to them.Women will laugh at you. You're not a guy for women. Women want a real man. You will soon become recognizable. People on the street will start to associate you. You can't hide, you can't get away from it.When your friends find out about you, you will be finished, your life will be ruined. Your wife will leave you, and no woman will ever look at you again, only to laugh or humiliate you.Some women are curious to know how a person like you is actually a 'woman'. I rang the bell and her servant opened the door I asked about riya he told riya madam is in her room , I asked him to tell that aditya is here he went tell to wait in the drawing room as she will be here in two minutes by the time I was seeing her photos with her family on walls and suddenly she came and hugged me from behind and started congratulating me for results as I turned around too see her I was stunned to see her in pink tight fitting top and blue denim shorts which were just covering.