I have been wanting to explain to you why I did what I did and wanted to apologize for the hurt I caused you. I reread the letter one last time to mak... sure everything I want to say is said.********Sir,I know I left without warning and without explanation. It was so close to when I was going to be moving in with you and in a way I got scared. I got scared of the commitment and such a young age. I got scared at the thought of giving myself to you fully, even though that is all I ever wanted and. She knew that these "crushes" were just beginning because her daughter was a little goddess with her blond hair and blue eyes. The child had her father's features. The same features that caused Mom to fall head over heels in love the first time they met.Because of the animated way the daughter talked, Mom kept the glass of milk on the counter to prevent an accident. When the daughter started winding down, Mom asked, "Do you want your milk yet?"The little blond head nodded "yes" because her. Yet he couldn't control himself. He would find a spot in the room where he could get a view of Carrie without his wife Linda realizing what he was doing. At least once a night it seemed that he would get such a great look at his daughter's body that he would become totally aroused. It could be from looking down the youngster's blouse or up her skirt.What was worse was that even when he wasn't around his daughter, he was now getting aroused just by thinking of her. Almost inevitably, he began to. I told her I would come one evening and take it. She also asked me to have dinner when I came.The day after that, I went to her place for the book. Hospitable as she was, she gave me a glass of juice when I reached. She wore a yellow saree, a red blouse with a black bra. The blouse could not hold her boobs there anymore.Her lips were painted with light red lipstick and her nails with black nail paint. She tied her saree around her waist. I could get down and kiss her on her waist. Grab her.