Her dad was 53, and okay looking for his age. He was balding down the center of his head, and had a beard. He was taller, about 6 feet I would say. Da... had always been friendly to me, I liked him. “Hi Dad!” I yelled at him between giggles. I always called my friends parents mom and dad. Dad was especially grumpy because of the no eating factor. I settled and lay on my stomach with Olivia in front of me lying on her back. We were watching baby Olivia run around when I notice Dad standing behind. .well-endowed. I'm still a virgin and I'm scared it's going to hurt." "That's understandable. I was the same way before I lost my virginity." Whitney comforted me. We continued to talk and drink until about 4 in the morning when I finally decided I had had a little too much and needed to sleep it off. Whitney and I crawl into the guest bedroom's queen size bed. As we lay down next to each other, I start to feel queasy from all the alcohol. Whitney offers to rub my stomach. "How does that feel?". We locked the door and silently made our way out to the next door private garden of the hotel owner. As we moved in the open air, it was chilling cold and lot of fog, we could not see for more than 10 meters apart. Bhavana spotted a mango tree, It had low branches and many mangoes hanging. The branch was bent like a cradle where someone can sit and swing. Bhavana ran there and jumped and sat on the branch and it swung up and down. Bhavana: “Akshay, it’s a joyful place. Come here.”I went near. ' The street facing the center was a one-way street barely two lanes wide with parking on one side. The street along the side of the building, wider, with two-way traffic and the occasional city bus, marked the edge of the village because on the far side was the parkland belonging to a century-old private golf course. Most of the houses were small single family dwellings but, on the corner across from the day-care, there was a large apartment building of perhaps 150 flats on ten floors. Local.