Zainab wore her pink bra and panty. We hid silently in the bedroom. This incident was narrated by Zainab as follows:Zarine opened the door slightly an... took the order from the guy and offered him a glass of water. The guy agreed to have it. She then called out to me (Zainab) to get a glass of water. Meanwhile, the door was opened a bit more and the guy was able to see me walking in my panties with the glass of water.I saw his eyes getting big as he rubbed his pant. Poor soul didn’t know that. "Oh, wow, that's even better. Omigod, you're making me go crazy. I never knew, oh, this is so good."All I could do was give thanks that my cousin, Hank, had lent me that book on sex that he'd gotten from his parent's closet. That, and feast on her pussy as I licked and sucked her clit making her squirm and wriggle under me as her hands held my head firmly between her legs."Ohhhh, right there, omigod, it's ... it's ... oh, OH, OH, OH," she groaned as I licked and sucked. I didn't want to make. He had to lean back to get his belly out of the way as he guided his love dart towards my dripping wet hole. I gasped at the first touch of dad's hard, moist helmet against my vulva. Then I heard myself speaking for the first time in minutes:'Put it in me, Daddy.' I pleaded. 'Put all of it into your naughty little daughter.' Then, with my pussy in the perfect position, and shrieking a loud, a****l like grunting sound, dad pulled me down onto his meat and filled me up. My head fell against dad's. With a single glance Villefort's eye ran through the room. "Not here," he said; "doubtless she is in her bedroom." He rushed towards the door, found it bolted, and stopped, shuddering. "Heloise!" he cried. He fancied he heard the sound of a piece of furniture being removed. "Heloise!" he repeated."Who is there?" answered the voice of her he sought. He thought that voice more feeble than usual."Open the door!" cried Villefort. "Open; it is I." But notwithstanding this request, notwithstanding.