Me-definitely you don’t worry about thatThen she asked me where shall we meet (her parents are little bit strict even my parents so we need to retur... home quickly)And we finally made a plan, I took my car and went to the park near her house and called her and said I am waiting at the park , I then drove the car to an industrial place which is few kilometers from her house as there will be nobody living there except the workers ,as it is evening 7 pm there is only one street light in that lane ,. You will only be billed for the time I spend performing the massage,” he said.“Sounds like a workable plan. Can you come around this evening?” I asked.I was given an affirmative response. The time was agreed to and I provided my address and cell number.Promptly on time the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a very handsome young man that I judged to be in his early twenties. He held a portable table, and I motioned him in and directed him to the back of my house and my Florida room.“You. Learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a cousin or a pal would help me learn these things, I would end uphaving a crush on him (what I really needed was a dad). Since spankingswere one type of interaction my dad did do, I ended up making this powerdisplay a central theme in my adult fantasy life. I thought that somehow,if my dad really whipped me hard (which he never did) it would somehow"make a man out of me."In the early sixties it was still. Her flat but little fluffy silky tummy with exposed deep naval sighted through her saree would make him horny. And the day she would wear low-cut blouse and that too sleeve-less, oh my god, she would look like a goddess with her silky smooth nicely shaped hands & shiny cuts between her large boobs. Her boobs would make a huge elevated structure on her chest which most of the passer-bys on road would not help their eyes-off on it. Ashok would always notice this that strangers would always get.