Upon reaching Jaipur I told her that I am there. Initially she didn’t believe me but when I insisted she decided to meet me at CCD. I was waiting fo... her at 4 pm. She messaged me at 4 where are you? And I replied waiting for u. She didn’t believe it and I sent a pic of mine in CCD to her. She replied I am not coming and don’t think you will be able to ride me. I said I have not come here to ride you but to meet. I got no response from her side.Then I sent her another message that I will wait. She had been dreading this question ever since the day she had brought her adopted daughter home from the airport, where the Social Services from Italy had brought little Angelina, then two weeks old, to America to hand her over to her adoptive parents.Anna turned to smile at her daughter. At fourteen, Angie was beautiful. Tall and slender, with waist-length silky jet-black hair and dark eyes, a contrast to her smooth flawless porcelain skin.Angie stood there, patiently awaiting her mother's. Kevin cashed in some of his frequent flyer miles and the two of us flew home.He caught a cab and went to visit with his parents. I told him that my parents wouldn't approve of me just showing up on their doorstep with him. They were, after all, still a little traditional. When I got home, I greeted the kids then took my mother aside and told her that Kevin insisted on meeting them again after eighteen years.She looked a little shocked and was somewhat dismayed at the short notice, but she. But I didn’t have a twenty-something daughter in those days. Give me some positive feedback and I’ll write a further fantasy. When I was in my mid-forties, I walked into the reception area of the sensual massage parlor I frequented and waited for one of the ladies to come through the door to greet me. When the door opened, I was shocked to see my twenty-two year old daughter. She was also shocked and we were speechless for a few moments. I had never looked at my daughter in a sexual way. I knew.