In writing these, I am obviously drawing on my experiences at sensual massage parlors. And, in the attitudes is express towards my fantasy daughter, I... am reflecting my attitude towards the ladies. I always appreciated what they did for me. In the week after I received a massage from my daughter, I had conflicted feelings. After all, she was my daughter. But she gave me a terrific massage, I loved it and I wanted another one. She knew and used all the most erotic techniques. I wondered how. Aap ragad hi itne acche se rahi thi aur…Lady: Aur kya, saaf saaf bol.Me: Aapke mamme bhi bohot sahi hai. Galti se haath pada aur kuch seconds mein mera lund khada ho gaya. Meri ex girlfriend se to bade aur mazedaar hai.Ye sunnke woh hass padi. Ye dekhke main bhi thoda free ho gaya.Lady: Pehle to mujhe aunty bolna bandh kar. Mera naam Koena hai. Abse mujhe wahi bula. Aur…aur kuch karne ka iradha hai?Me: Matlab?Koena: Wapas masoom banne ki acting? Sochle beta, mauke baar baar nahi aate.Uss waqt. His sister Karen had been seven when Robby was born, either because of or in spite of the age difference, Karen was a constant nurturing influence on her brother. Another difficulty the elder Davises had in trying to dissuade Robby was his uncanny knack for doing the right thing. It did not help their cause either, when his sister lined up squarely behind him. As far as Karen was concerned, if Robby said it was right, it was right, period. The bond and loyalty between Robby and his sister was. So when Matt mentioned a chance to get away for a few days and go to their new favorite hotel, Janelle jumped at the chance. When they arrived at the hotel, Matt checked in while Janelle quietly stood back away from the counter with her bag. She noticed the ladies behind the counter checking him out. He was a very attractive, confident man and kept himself in great shape. His eyes kept wandering back to Janelle. She smiled, proud to be with him and secretly loving the fact that other women.