His supportive words helped Nabeela, and she looked more confident now."Be bold, you drop the saree and bite your fingernail and have your other hand ...n your waist," said Ajay.Nabeela wasn't sure whether she can do this?She stood confused and hesitated to do that. Ajay moved towards Nabeela, wrapped his hand around her bare waist and pulled her closer to him and placed his another hand on her cheeks, "It's ok baby, you can do this" and kissed her forehead.Nabeela was shocked by this intimacy. She went down my body, kissing my neck, my chest, and my belly. Just as she reached my dick, she grabbed it and stroked it a few times, forcing my foreskin down.In just a few strokes, with just the tip of my dick peeping out of the foreskin, she got up and sat on the bed with her legs on either side of my waist. She grabbed my dick up straight, placed it under her pussy lips. She sat over my waist in a flash.In a matter of a second or two, my dick was fully immersed inside her wet and sticky. He then told me to stay back after school and wait for him in our school basement (yes, our school had a basement) store room.I was nervous and thinking about what was gonna happen and couldn’t wait for the school to end. As soon as the last school bell rang, I sneaked into the basement and made sure no one noticed me.After about 20 minutes of waiting, he finally showed up and closed the store room door after him.Without saying anything, he came towards me and held me tightly in his arms. I watched for a few minutes, it was amazing. They were doing it in a different position than Hema’s parents, but they were doing it. I looked at my father. In the glow of the Tv I could see his hand on his penis. I quietly went to the kitchen and drank and went back to bed, feeling something funny between my legs. I touched my clit and it felt better and I slept. Papa kept touching me, and sometimes he would also push my nightshirt up to see my breasts. I could sometimes feel him rubbing his.