There was just no fucking way he could resist me again. I did a slow turn, letting my body get completely wet and when I faced daddy again, I leaned f...rward, my left breast pressed lightly into his hairy chest as I reached around him and increased the water temperature slightly. I stood back up facing daddy, his hand was moving very slowly up and down his thick shaft as he said, “Baby, we really shouldn’t be doing this. What if your mother catches us?” he pleaded. “Daddy, now you know mom won’t. . . there was blood on their tunics. And then it was just like the BrookNymphs: they . . . nipped them . . . nipped them . . . on their p-pussies!" ("No!No!" several in the audience cried. More than one covered her groin protectivelywith her hands. Brook Nymphs were one thing; but these were Warbler pussiesthat had been violated.) "Yes . . . that's what they did. And the girlsscreamed, and cried, and begged. 'Please don't hurt us!' they said, 'Oh dearGod please!' . . . but they just . . .. I had to admit it was fun to strut my stuff in front of the crowd. Ourroutine was only three minutes longs; yet, the energy level was so highthat all of us were breathing hard at the end. I had been elevated, flewhigh into the air, and landed after twirling like a gymnast dismountingfrom the parallel bars.After the routine was done, we lined up in front of the south end zone ina double line, behind the banner painted by one of the art class geeks.The team broke through the paper mural and ran. Paap tha voMe: sorry mummyMom: and excited bhi the..To kisi k gande kapde kyu touch kar raahe the..Why the hell dirty clothes of someone and that too of your aunt and niece.I was thinking what should I answer..All these talk was making me uncomfortable..Talking in messages is a separate issue and in reality a different ball game all together.Mom: bolo kuch..Don’t be quiet.Me: kya bolu main..I am ashamedMom: when you were doing that, was there someone else also..Koi aur tha waha..??I instantly.