He had a smoke and thought about what he was doing. At length he decided what the hell, she started it – he would end it. He took the postcard he wa...n’t supposed to know about from his jacket pocket and looked at it again – I had to. Don’t tell Ray. It was post marked Seattle. He was angry and hurt at the same time and didn’t know if he was going to kill her or kiss her. He started his truck again and drove on, blinking away tears that kept blurring his vision. Drive, he thought. Don’t be such. "I have something for you, hold on," she said, and started removing theextensions from my scalp."Wigs aren't good for every day, but on the right occasions they reallywork."From behind her back emerged in her hand the wig in mind, an almostluminescent hot pink stack of tight Shirley Temple style ringlet curlsflopping over the entire thing. I bowed forward to receive my new hair,and she slipped it over my scalp and adjusted the look until it wasperfectly straightened out and arranged. I noticed. The light makeup. All those things made her look like a sex goddess.We dimmed the lights and I made her sit on the bed. Slowly I started massaging her neck, giving small rubs and gently rubbing them with my fingers. I could sense she was controlling her moans. I moved my hands sensually on her back feeling her skin. I could feel goosebumps.Slowly I moved to her shoulders, giving them a round good massage and letting my fingers slip a little below. I slowly removed the pin holding her saree on. I got my PJ’s on thinking about sex. Kelli wasn’t back yet so I went to her room looking for her.She was just putting her top on and I caught a glimpse of her naked boobs. They looked just like mine had at that age. Round and nipples that stood out nice and pointed! Yes, I thought that because I liked girls almost as much as men and my daughter was a very sexy girl. She was a natural blonde like me…a tiny girl and a couple of inches shorter and a few pounds lighter than me.“God mom,” Kelli.