She didn't pat my boobies or front part though. She did pat myfanny and we giggled at that.My mommy wrapped me in a big towel and carried me to the ch...nging tablewhen aunty Helen walked in with a big smile and said, "Good morningsweetheart, after we are done here we will get some breakfast and youcan help me in the shop, okay?"I said, "Okay aunty Helen that will be fun." She smiled real big andthat is when I saw that my mommy and Miss Mary were strapping my legsdown on the table with soft cloth. After my assurance she finally agreed.So as planned, after 15 min Karan knocked at the door. He was wearing white shirt and pajamas to give an authentic feeling of a masseur. I welcomed him in and introduced him as the masseur from the resort spa. The best part was that apart from the white dress Karan has also got two bottle of spa oil and a moisturizing cream with him. This made my plans look so damn real. He told my wife to change into a towel. She looked at me and I told her to go and. But my body knows, his presence is assured. I must resist at least once in my life, I think to myself. The door opens as if by magic, my hand unknowingly the magician. I walk into the hall, still silent in the early morning. He is here, I know it. He has to be, my pussy is dripping. Moonlight and wind cause shadows to play dice in the kitchen. Nothing there. The living room is dark. The curtains drawn. My eyes adjust, allowing me to see my enemy, should he be here. But again, no one is here.. Hi Eric, and Happy Birthday!I hope you'll forgive me for waiting so long to write. So much has been happening here. I should first tell you I am in good health, and have been accepted at Harvard! (Remember I applied for early decision?) Their package came just a few days after I mailed you my December letter.I had to pay a price of course, but all the immediate uncertainty about college is behind me. I negotiated with my parents, under an end-of-January Harvard deadline for completing all the.