She told me she knew someone who would give me a nice massage. She told me to go take a shower and be ready in around half an hour she would be sendin... someone up....I had no idea who she had in mind...I hoped it might be her...but that was a high hope.Around thirty minutes later, there was a knock on the door and I opened it, there stood an older Indian man slim bit taller than me, he smiled and in very broken English said...massage.... he then came in and closed the door… I only had a small. It was exactly what I needed. To feel loved. To feel wanted. To have a small spot of happiness in a sea of despair. For this brief time, I forgot the pain.“That was beautiful,” I said. “I never would have expected that from you. With us, it’s always been raw, physical pleasure. Thank you.”“You know I care deeply for you,” Mary said. “We both know that for us it was always just sex. But this time, this one time, I knew what you needed and I wanted to experience it myself. Just giving pleasure. . I am Greg and I will sit over here and pretend this is the cafeteria table and you come over and join me.” Dr. Johnson sat down and moved a second chair across from him.“I would never do that Daddy . . . I am like way too shy to do that with a boy,” she volunteered.“You WERE too shy, but after today, you won’t be. Go ahead and tell me what you might say,” he suggested. And suddenly Sara immediately got into this role play situation . . . he had planned and truly believed she was there with. Then it was off to Robin Hood's Bay. The tide was out so that they had plenty of sand. Becca was as thrilled as a small child. She took her shoes and socks off and rolled up her trouser legs and paddled ever more adventurously shrieking with excitement at the higher wavelets and jumping over them. Inevitably she got her trousers wet but that bothered her not one bit. Eventually her legs became cold and she came out. She dried them on the towel that Steven had insisted they brought. Next he.