—– ‘So what do you think this is about?’ Melisa’s dad asked, sitting down next to me as I had lunch at the overpriced cafe. I looked at the ...oman that sat down next to him. Melisa’s mother was beautiful, taller and stockier than Melisa, but she had the fine china quality that I liked in her daughter. ‘What is what all about?’ I asked. ‘Melisa and Rachel?’ Melisa’s mother said. I nodded and thought about it. ‘If I had to venture a guess,’ I said looking into her green eyes. ‘I would say Rachel. The asymmetry, caused by the hair, draws attention to the perfection of the breasts. The shape is very nice for breasts this heavy, almost as if they were never subject to gravity, yet the skin says a woman in her mid to late 20s. The cherry on the sundae is the little curl of hair framing the nipple of the covered breast. That kind of touch is often purely chance, again, making the whole image look spontaneous. ‘That last shot is an award winner if it ever gets entered. The others would have a. Several became regular visitors, sneaking into my room after 'lights out' and sitting on the edge of my bed, pouring out their little hearts and looking for solace.Initially, I was the 'carer', trying to understand their problems or concerns and giving them the best advice I could, occasionally having (?) to give a hug or cuddle of reassurance or comfort.Not only did I enjoy having them wrapped in my arms or sitting on my knee, but it seemed to give them comfort and confidence, not just in. She had expressed the idea several times during the conversation that she wanted to meet. I said no. I explained to her that swinging in and of itself is not the same as bdsm. There are those unfamiliar with bdsm thinking it is all about sex and nothing more. I won't get into it here. But possibly in another writing. Anyway she professed that she understood. I told her not everything can be completely understood especially in such a short amount of time. I could easily tell is all she wanted to.