I guess she’s worried that I’m gone a lot, or maybe having sex too much,” she said. “How hypocritical is that!” I had to smile. She’d nail...d that one. “Too much?” I said. “Dad, I’m eighteen. No, I’m not a virgin anymore, not for a while,” she said. “Anyone special?” I said. “I don’t know, maybe,” she said. “Hmm, does maybe have a name?” I said. I was doing my best not to appear judgmental or invasive. I wasn’t sure how successful I was being in achieving those goals. “His name is Chester, dad.. We went to the room. I gave the dhoti from the bag and we came outside so that he can wear the dhoti. We waited and knocked on the door after 10 minutes. He came close to the door.Son: Mom, it’s not staying in the hip. Please come inside and help me.I got really frustrated by his words. Nowadays young people have all the knowledge. But they can’t even do some traditional things especially this one, wearing a dhoti.Mandhana was laughing and signaling me by showing her watch and to go inside for. I'm gonna..." Cindi panted with flowing vigor.She splayed her tongue across my forehead, grazing it across my bald sphere. Back again and again, tasting me as a feline would a bowl of warm milk. With my head now resting in her palms, her tongue feast carried through to my cheeks, my jaw... my nose. The dripping pulp of tongue engulfed each of my eye sockets... I yelped in wonder, having never been kissed like this before. I simply couldn't believe a person found me to be so gratifying. Feeling. “Don’t we need something to put the apples in?” I wondered as we were on the way, but mom reminded me that grandma kept some buckets and baskets in the shack near the glade. When we got there I was surprised to notice there already was a basket full of fresh apples in the shack, and that mom only took a picnic blanket with her.When mom saw the questioning expression on my face, she explained: “I asked Gina to pick those earlier so no-one would wonder what we actually were doing”.“Oh, right.” I.