“You are getting naughtier day by day! Idhellaam thappu! I’m like a mom to you so treat me with respect”, she said, half smiling, as I let her g... and was about to pass her by. I felt naughty so I hugged her from behind, ensuring my hardon didn’t touch her, and replied, “Amma ellaam illa! You are now my girlfriend and I can do this! Your fault you are so sexy!” I kissed her on her cheek at the end and let her go. “Poda” she said dismissively, giggling, and walked off. On an impulse, I ran after. Hansen, I always thought that you were one sharp dude. Are you telling me that your wife has been cheating on you for five years now and you didn't have a clue?" Five years?" Might be longer, I don't know, but five years is how long I've known about it." How do you know?" I've seen her." I don't believe it. You must be mistaken. In the first place Annie would never do that to me and even if she did I would have seen some sign - I would have noticed something." That's called denial Mr. Hansen. I. "These look okay..." I debated, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans."They're fine! See, you can wear them all the time," Holly reassured me.I kept searching, and found another pair, then several sets of yoga pantsand leggings, which made me relax a bit more.Then I found the bag of skirts. There weren't many of them - some plainin design and colour, others more fancy and floral - but I didn't getthem out so Holly wouldn't see and I didn't dwell on any thoughts ofthem. I wouldn't be wearing. In writing these, I am obviously drawing on my experiences at sensual massage parlors. And, in the attitudes is express towards my fantasy daughter, I am reflecting my attitude towards the ladies. I always appreciated what they did for me. In the week after I received a massage from my daughter, I had conflicted feelings. After all, she was my daughter. But she gave me a terrific massage, I loved it and I wanted another one. She knew and used all the most erotic techniques. I wondered how.