I was on my bed and had dozed off when Lisa jumped on my bed and startled me awake. " What's wrong with you" I say, as I sit up in the bed. " Everyone...s gone home. I need to ask you a question" she says. " What the hell you want" I ask playfully. She stands up and opens her towel and she is naked . "Yo what are you doing" I ask? Yet, I couldn't look away. She had the prettiest tits ever. The nipples were like 2 captivating eyes that held my gaze. Instantly my dick got hard. " What's wrong with. Sometimes a little bit of a mess because of a lack of local feeling but all in all not a problem.Obviously we couldn't, or wouldn't? have sex since it just wouldn't be right. I occasionally used her feet in the manner I described previously. Not because of the feet of course but simply because they were part of her and whilst I was "massaging" them I would also be looking at her. I thought it quite remarkable under the circumstances that her body was virtually perfect in slim shape and. I thought of giving it a try by letting her know of my intentions towards her through my way of behavior. So I gained all the guts, and on one evening when she was busy making a chilly paste in our traditional old ammi (a thing made of stone to make pastes of all types of masalas), I went and sat next to her and she acknowledged my presence with a sweet smile. And then i just continued to stare at her for the next 10 mins for which she showed no reaction on her face. She had pulled her saree up. "What's troubling you child?" she asked on my first visit, "Whatever itis you can tell me." I don't KNOW!!!" I wailed, and began crying."Why would a pretty girl like you want to cut off all her pretty, prettyhair?" I'm not a pretty girl," I snuffled."But you're beautiful, Phyllissa! How can you say you're not?" BECAUSE I'M NOT A GIRL!!" I screamed, which was as shocking and bafflingfor me to hear coming out of my mouth as it was for her."If you're not a girl then what are you?" she asked, with.