Pussy. She hesitated, even internally, using such a word. It was crude, overt,low-brow, yet, there was an inappropriate enchantment to it that both th...rilled and excited her typically conservative self, so she thought it again, and this time she let it take her to where she wanted, no, needed to go in that very moment. Somewhere, far away, far from reality, somewhere only her imagination could take her.She was young, and fair skinned. Her hair, golden and thick. Though she was young, today was. Shreya wasn’t a wimp; she’d eat a rabbit or duck. She just didn’t enjoy hunting.But at times we wrestled as both of us would enjoy each others physical contact of our bodies and explore each other. We code worded it as : want to play. As I recall, most of what we learned about physical touching and exploring each other resulted of someone saying, ‘Want to play…’, then trying it. Over the years we discovered a number of activities we both enjoyed, mostly with little discussion. We weren’t afraid. Upon coffee arrival i requested her to seat near me which she refused but after my continuous request she came close to my sofa and sat near to me. She was looking in my eyes and asked me hello man whats going on in your mind? I simply replied its you nothing else. She hold my hands and told me that we should not think like this as we have our families , perhaps she realized that calling me for coffee upto her room was her mistake, though i had not moved anything wild but she understood what i. Yes, I fantasized about you from afar and embarrassed myself because I did think of you that way." I said it was a fantasy, Mike, not something I want to become a reality. I'm sure you feel the same. When Millie and I talked about fantasies, she wanted to watch you make love to Summer. She said she wanted to watch you impregnate her daughter, but that never happened, of course. Mine was a fantasy too, but Millie told me that if I wanted it, she would make sure it happened. You see, Mike; your.