My home was not mine, at least until this mess was resolved. I rented a small, furnished apartment across town from where I used to live. It would do,...I didn’t need much. Nan was the first to come see me, she may have been testing the waters. ‘Daddy, why didn’t you go home?’ she asked, obviously still shaken by the events of the last few days. ‘I don’t want to involve you or your mother in this, I have to do this alone,’ I replied stoically. ‘That’s crazy Dad, where would you get a stupid idea. After 10 mins she hung her bra in front of my face, I was shocked and turned back Preethi was sitting with smile and shyness. I asked her to come sit in the front seat, she sat next to me I admired her wearing simple white full sleeve kurta and full length red skirt, I stared at her tops as she was sitting braless.I went to kiss her but she ordered to wait for more surprises. We were talking but the tension prevailed, she told me a/c is too cold and covered herself with a blanket, I got down. The true Jihad, the one that matters, is the inner struggle." Ashe made this last point, Khalje leaned forward in his seat, balling up afist and shaking it in an effort to emphasis the importance of what hewas saying. "It is this Jihad, the struggle to live as God meant us to,honoring his teachings and laws, doing what is right, that each of usmust deal with if we are to be viewed as righteous and worthy in Hiseyes."Take this lovely creature before us, for example," Khalje stated aspointed at. She was lovely and wet and quickly reached her first orgasm tensing her legs, panting and moaning. When she had subsided I put my now wet fingers in my mouth and tasted this little hotties pussy juices and I was not disappointed. She turned and looked at me, grinned and said she wants more - I said we should go in and have a drink and talk about it.We sat down with drinks and started to talk, the conversation soon got around to her past sexual experiences - now this is a direct quote from her -.