"I rolled over and hugged her. "I'm not mad, I'm crazy."I wiped my eyes with a tissue and sat up a little so I could see her better; she was watching ...y reaction intently, waiting for me to respond.She broke the silence by saying, "You said you loved me. Was that true?" Yes!" I cried. "I do!" Then don't be ashamed," she said.Was that what I was? Ashamed? Had my upbringing brought me to this place, afraid of being who I was, desperately wanting to bed a girl who was barely a teen, all the while. MJ was either blissfully unaware of this, or she had no apparent sign of objecting to Dave’s gentle touch. It wasn’t serious but was certainly noticeable and I was pretty sure that his actions were not just an accidental or casual touch. Contrary to my normal instincts, I found myself ignoring his stroking her leg and let it pass, after all, he was my friend, and he knew full well that MJ was my daughter. Instead, I found it quite intriguing and found myself subtly observing without being too. Nenu sare annanu. Next month ante september lo malli vachanu function ki. Apudu jarigindi ee experience. Tanu afternoon call chesi repu kaludam ekadiki ravalo chepadu. Nenu next roju morning 10 ki ready iyi ma amma ki pakka vuru lo ma friend priyanka ni kalavadaniki ani chepi bayaluderanu. Ma oori lo auto ekkenu. Tanu chepina oori lo degenu. Tanu bike tho ready ga vunadu. Water bottles and meals anni tisukunava adiganu. Tanu tisukunnna annadu. Tanu bike meda nannu ekinchukuni chala duram. Now what I do is, I hang around at the bottom of the escalator, minding my own business and eating my lunch, and wait for a young lady with her feet on show to get on at bottom of the escalator. At which point, I hang back for a couple of seconds, before jumping on two or three steps behind her. This way I get a great eye-level view of those sweet little tootsies as she rides all the way to the top. The sexual frustration I feel seeing all those bare feet, all soft, smooth and painted pretty.