Every day I was answering questions. That actually made me feel good. I was doing something that was of interest to others.Several months passed, and ...ust like Gord had indicated, I was now teaching novices the basics. I was no longer the ‘Jack of all Trades.’ There is a new guy doing the Joe-Jobs. When time allowed, Gord took the time to show and practice with me. We went over some moves in Karate that weren’t in the curriculum. Many were self defense types of moves, but some were more. I let her dress and I desired to see cock of her father and also watch their chudai. I said that if I like chudai then I will also fuck with him, her father.She smiled and asked whether my cunt has started itching. She said that instead of getting fucked by her father I should seduce other men, fathers friend who will pay me a lot for fuck.“Divya, tum kitni sundar ho, chudai chahiye to apne babuji ke dosto ko patao aur chodo, lund ke saath saath bahut paisa bhee milega. “But I insisted to fuck. My daughter started developing at an early age and now at sixteen is in full bloom. She is literally a sex goddess. She has surpassed her mom’s ample breasts sporting a full 36C cup. And did I mention, she has an ass to die for. Is it any wonder how I lust after her, and want to fuck her so much. It has gotten so bad that I often fantasize I’m fucking her while giving my wife my very best. It was during one of these sessions that I got a creepy feeling of being watched. A feeling that. Don't get me wrong, I still wanted to use my cock, too, but fuck this felt good. But as much as I wanted to lay there and keep enjoying the sensations spreading through my body, I was still cognizant that my wife would be returning fairly soon and this needed to end if I wanted to stay married (which I did). "Fuck me, stud," I moaned. "Fuck me hard. Pound my ass. Yes. Yes. Yes! Fuck me like your bitch. Fuck me with that big cock." Yeah? You like that?" he responded. "You like your ass being.