They were army green with old fashion design, jackets with Sam Brown belt, knitted green ties, and light brown shirts. On the head we carried ugly gra... berets – I hated them. We looked smart, we polished our shoes and checked our self thoroughly in mirrors. It was as if I had never left the army.During my introduction, I was following this strange fellow in his footsteps. He was maybe ten years older than me, short and not very good looking – I actually find most men unattractive. The strange. Frozen in admiration, my girlfriend could barely say the word, "Yyyyesss.." Thank you." My Daddy gently started removing her clothing. Then I saw him wrap his arms around her and unbutton her bra, it fell to the ground. He bent down and gingerly removed her panties. He stepped back for a moment to admire the view. "Nice," he said. "Not as hot as my Chrissy, but nice." My face became bright red with blush and I was flattered by the comment, and embarrassed. He embraced her, brought her naked. The recorder was on the table in front of the window, with the zoom and exposure already set. When she came strolling down the walk that morning, she seemed almost giddy in her movements, and when she got to the dock, she spread her feet apart and started swaying her hips back and forth with her arms out. Beauty in motion, I thought to myself. She went into some stretch moves, moving into some ballet moves. When she raised her hands to the sky and stared doing pirouettes, I had a hard time. I knew that now Salim is getting an unparalleled fantastic sexual pleasure because in this pose due to his every stroke, crown (Supada) of his lund was touching my uterus and this was a unique sexual experience for him. This is a bit stressful sex poses for me but with great chudai masti also. Soon we both felt the ecstasy and reached the climax. Salim was screaming, “hay meri jaan saroj, meri chuddakr randi meri chudvanti rakhail, bada naza aa raha hai, Sali chhamiya tu to badi katil cheez.