I feel like my man should take me for a pleasure trip without asking. He should hold my hand and do things that are beyond my imagination. I need to f...el someone’s hairy chest on my soft breasts and strong legs between my milky thighs.That day it was Holi. We had an informal party at the clubhouse. It was for adults only and at their own risk. Dry colors or ‘gulaal’ were allowed. People were not touching hands to faces but putting the color on clothes. I dressed up my old pink chudidar-kurta. Mandy’s scent still lingered and my hunger railed at me for letting her go.I tried to meditate for the first time in my life but my thoughts were filled with Amanda instead. I contemplated what it would feel like to kiss along the undersides of her breasts. I imagined circling her nipples with my tongue before gently biting the engorged protuberances. My hand found its way into my shorts while I fantasized about everything I ever wanted to do with Mandy. It wasn’t long before I made a mess of. "Do you think she's pretty?" I asked, pointing to the figure standing in the large clamshell.Rosie leaned forward and stared at the picture closely."She's naked! And she's almost as white as you." my daughter observed."Yes she is, but do you think she's pretty?" No. She's kinda fat and her hair is stringy."I laughed softly and turned the page. "How 'bout these girls? Are they pretty?" The two of us looked at a rather hefty pair of young blonds being hoisted up into the arms of a man on. I have two individuals being held on suspicion of treason. Both have retreated behind a wall of language and culture, and despite our best efforts with drugs and language specialists, we can't find out what we need to know. I can't order you to help us. I am asking though. Just come and sit in on a brief session with each one and then give us your impressions. That's it."I sat there looking at Dr. Wills and playing with my lengthening beard."Alright."Wills seemed to relax a little and breathed.