I replied “Good morning..!”Then her the lady asked ”When I can you come to our for private session”.“From tomorrow” I replied and gave her...my address.Next day I went to her house as 5.30 and knocked the door.Babli’s mother opened the door and welcomed me and offered a tea. I thanked her and accepted the offer . she called Babli who showed up in tight t-shirt and jeans beautiful like a princes. She took me to her bed room which was her study room too. After my one hour session I got ready to. Not to brag butat 38 years of age I still have my college figure. at5’11 I am about 3 inches taller than my lovely daughter.My hair is red with no hint of gray , and my hips areshapely and sway with every move of my body.Working so close to Ann in the kitchen a startlingrealization occurred to me. I was madly attracted to mydaughter. My nipples were rock hard and cream from mycunt mixed with the sweat from my body and oozed down myleg.“No” I told myself. “She is my. She laughed as she thought about what she would ask for. Taking her pen in hand she started to write: Dear Santa, It’s been along time since I’ve written a letter to you asking for anything. I know I’m not a child anymore and the idea I would get anything from you seems out of question. I don’t know where to start or how to ask for something special. I can only think of one thing which would make my Christmas a special one. It’s been a long time Santa since I’ve been held in two strong arms. She grabbed a towel, and with a wink headed for the showers. Jennifer went and sat at her desk. She closed her laptop and sighed. Her studies were going very well. She thought on the past 50 days and smiled. Her relationship with Jerry had progressed to a deep friendship. He had become protective of her in a way that appealed to her, for any time a man got too fresh, he was right there to…dissuade the person. He even had to go as far as fighting one. Boy, that man will never cross Jerry again!.