He didn’t know why, but he picked it up. The paper was stained and had only a few words typed on it. ‘Delilah Caldwell — for the control you nee..., I can give it to you.’ Danny read the flyer over again. He glanced down at the bottom of the sheet and gasped. Written in tiny cursive writing were the words, ‘Yes, Danny, that means you.’ Danny dropped the flyer and ran all the way home. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had no idea what the flyer meant. He ran home and ran up the stairs to. So now I removed her loosened saree and petticoat together.I pushed her on the cot and I started removing my t-shirt and jeans. Now I was only with my boxer. I jumped over her and I grabbed her boobs with my both hands and squeezed them simultaneously. I was caressing kissing and fondling her boobs.Her boobs were so soft and I kept on squeezing those boobs and pinching her nipples. As I pressed the boobs she gasped and increased her moaning, “Yes, dear squeeze it hard…. Aaaaahhhhh… they are. She was wearing a grey, one-size-too-small, vest top and matching, very short and tight, grey shorts. The subtle bumps from underneath her top suggested to me that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I couldn’t help but look, my eyes danced from her pretty face down her body and along her shapely legs to her beautiful feet. She has dainty feet, not too small for her height, but small enough that you could massage one in each hand. Her soles were smooth with high arches. Her toenails were painted. I sat there, not really thinking, then took off driving back to the ranchette.I parked a ways off from the entrance; I was sure they would be watching for me. I cut straight across the grass to the pool area, which was in back of the temporary stage that had been set up. I wound up at the back of the stage which was about three feet off the ground. The equipment and drum set was blocking the way, but I could see dip shit on his knee saying something with a glass of what must be champagne in his.