One day, while I was busy with my work, I received a message on hangouts. It just read hi. I replied to her and she replied back saying that she was m...ghna and she read my stories. She also added that I write awesome and she was a fan of mine. We started chatting and I thanked her for liking my stories. Meghna was from indore and had just completed her pg. She was working as a trainee in a company and had enough time to while it away in shopping and partying. We kept chatting generally for a. Maybe I wasn't a perfect father in those days. But when you love someone so much its hard not to try to save her from banality, and greed, and stupidity and... And even at thirteen or fourteen there was no doubt, my daughter was smart. In fact a near genius. It petrified me that she was destined to become nothing more than a smart shopper... a boutique beauty... an upper class twit... She had the ability to do so much more."I don't want to come here any more." What?" Weekends... or in the. It’s so exciting!”I caught my breath at this point, with memories of an earlier affair and what the lady involved taught me to love. Taking my courage in one hand and my strength in the other I said: “When you came earlier as I was kissing your pussy, you let loose a lovely spurt which I caught in my mouth. It was wonderful - it was so good I almost came on the spot! Would you save some of your pee and then do it to me again when we’re on the bed? If not, if I lie in the bath would you do it on. CHRIS’S STORYMom insisted that I be home early that night, something about spending time as a family. I was back by about seven thirty. Mom must have heard me come in and called to me from her bedroom, asking me to come in there with her. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a dress, which was unusual. She’s the jeans type of mom. I didn’t make anything of it at the time, but she was wearing makeup and perfume too. She patted the bed next to her and asked me to sit next to.