I was saying about eyes, hair , lips. She asked why was so obsessed about hair. I felt bit strange about my obsession but explained her that I feel go...d when I touch females hair and play with it. She immediately ask if I would like to play with her hair for which with little nervousness I immediately said yes. She got up sat on the floor next to my chair and left her hair in my lap and gave permission to play with it.I started playing with her long hair plaits. She said you can remove the. “Uncle Bob, that cutie was totally hitting on you! I can see why, too. You’re a hunk! If I wasn’t your niece, I’d have married you by now!” Tina told me, which was a bit jolting, but I took it as flattery from a young woman learning how to flirt.“If Lisa didn’t grab him first, that is ... or me, for that matter!” Zoe commented, making both girls giggle a bit.“I could share,” Tina said, which just made things worse.I figured that it was just a good bit of teasing, of course, but this kind of. I went to speeddating events. I had a few contacts, but nothing ever went past a firstdate, until Michael came along.Michael was handsome--a head of curly dark hair, a dazzling smile, andsix-pack abs. And he was charming. Oh, he was charming. I surrendered myvirginity to him. (It was bad enough being a 25-year-old virgin, Iwasn't going to let myself become a 40-year-old virgin--I think that wasthe title of a film eighty or so years ago).Things with Michael went along just great for months. When. Prof.Shamsher was a well built Punjabi with broad shoulders,6 feet height and fair complexion.I secretly had a crush on him. I always knew that he had an eye on me and that day even I was feeling horny.I was wearing a deep neck T shirt and my cleavage was visible quite clearly, every time i would bend to write,he would start peeking inside.Then he came and stood next to me and put a hand on my shoulder,I got up and said that I was feeling tired and wanted to go home,He said he would rub some.