"Come on" I said, slapping her leg gently. "I'll make your favourite, stroganoff with white wine sauce?" She gave me a hug. But it was no ordinary hug... It was an embrace full of sexual promise. She pressed herself up against me in such a way that was not that of a daughter's touch. I suddenly felt rather warm.After dinner we sat down for a while to let our food digest, she was laying down on my lap, stretched out like a cat. I tickled her tummy and she smiled at me. I leant down and kissed her. The tall willowy blonde turned headswherever she went. She had the combination of a beautiful, angelic face anda body that was designed to be in swimsuits. She received many invitationswhen she was at college and occasionally even accepted some of them. A luckyfew even got to sample her wares, leading to two marriage proposals and a propositionto become a mistress. That last offer had been from a professor who wantedto buy her a house and pay her expenses as long as he could continue to. As you stand, you move as if to tug down your outfit and I tell you to leave it as it is. I like the sight of your ass and nasty penis peeking out at us. Now scoot! Your cheeks redden with embarrassment but you go and pick up a duster and begin to swipe at the imaginary dust of the immaculate study. I say in a loud whisper to the Professor, have you ever seen such lovely legs on a Sissy? You should see him naked, such a treat. Hmmm, the Professor replies, I think I would like that very much. I. He dried himself and took a fresh dry printed lungi hanging from the top of the wall. I watched as he wore his lungi. He got into the lungi, stretched it wide, made eight or nine folds like a woman makes plits on her sari. He then divided the folds and made a knot and tied his lungi quite low on his waist. I also learnt the art of wearing the lungi from this. Since he tied the lungi very low, it was covering his legs fully and was flowing on the ground. He then put on his slippers and went.