This man with all this passion, was only able to give and never to receive. There was no reciprocation, only giving from him to her. I cried for the t...ree of us until I heard the door open in my room and he came in. Again I was lying on my tummy, and again he massaged my back, not saying a word. Finally he asked how long I had been at the doorway and how much had I seen. I turned over, searched his sad face and whispered, “Everything.” He started to leave and I begged, “Dad, don’t go. Talk to. " Thank you, my pet. You mean a lot to me too. Now go home to your little girl and look after her."He pushed her away and gave her another gentle kiss."Go on, my pet." Thank you, Sir," she said, turning away and picking up her coat on the way to the door.As she went through it she turned: "You are a very special man. Mr H, Sir or even Richard, I love you and I'm yours." She burst into tears again and ran to her car.Louise had a temperature when she got home: not high but pushing a hundred. She. She had completed her under graduation by that time. Now we are more closer with each other (playfully I call her my dear, etc…). One day she came to our house wearing Saree. She was adjusting her saree; I could see her deep navel and those wonderful cleavage of hers. She noticed it and to my amusement winked at me. This gave me more arousement and I instantly got a hard on. But I could not do much as there were others also in my house at that time. I was waiting for the right time to come.. I've been hoping to see her. Waited for days, I have.''Well, if its Belinda Stourton, you need wait no longer, 'cos I'm here, and it's me afternoon off.'She smiled and reflexively adjusted the fit of her breasts in her new brassiere by holding it with her hands while she wriggled her body inside. Tom found the movement brief but interesting. More to the point, the unruly part of him whose true purpose he had only recently discovered found it interesting, too. The thought entered his head that.