A wonderful plan stsrted to percolate in my mind. I would go to the dinner with my sisters, then sneak away at an opportune moment and have a pleasant... moment with my father in prayer, in front of Room 255. I made an elaborate Christmas card, using pictures I had found from the first 25 years of his life. Particularly telling was a photo of my mom and dad hugging dated June 5th 1943! I pasted the photos in a circle, in a rough chronology of his life, then slid the now heavy card carefully into. She must have been bout 24 and very attractive, dark expressive eyes had wavy shoulder length hair was blowing in the evening breeze and the sultry Indian looks which even today drive me mad. That evening wore off with us exchanging glances and talking to each other with our eyes.The next day my aunt left for a long trip that would last for a couple of weeks and I was staying at the house alone. That evening, I get a call from her (Sujata) asking me how I was getting along by my self and if I. ”Don’t looked so surprized I tell you thirty years ago I was a very hot wife and had a great time, ” she looked hard at young Andrew who was still blushing and embarassed. ”Come come Andrew how old are you now?” ”Eighteen,” he answered. ”Well quite old enough to talk about sex, just reach under that table by my video machine and pull out the films.” Mary took them from him and looked at the written titles, she handed him a film, ”put this one in and come an sit by me.” Andrew did as he was told. That sound brought a wicked grin to my face and warmth between my thighs. "Make it hard for me. Show me how big it gets," said as I could almostfeel devilish horns sprouting through my ravishing-red hair. I stood up and moved closer to him so I could get a better view as hestroked himself. "Did you do this last night while looking at my picture, Russell?" Iasked. "Yes," he moaned. "Nasty boy," I bit my bottom lip. "I like that. Tell me, what were youthinking about while you stroked that big.