Taku sina freere karibaku nadele sabubele sei katha bhabiba. Hele mana santire genhile free re rahiba. Hau aji ratire genhidebi. Emiti bhabiki mu fres... heiki ratire khaiki taku kundheiki soili. Raju parikhyare bhala karichu naa.Haan bou bahut bhala heichi.Unnnn mo gelha kahiki taku bhidi dhari kiss kali.Raju bou katha manibunaa. Kahariki kahibuni.Naa bou. Kahuna kahariki kahibini.Hau tu semiti soitha. Mu taku kundheiki kiss karu karu Sadhiku tike anti uparaku tekiki mo balua bia ku taa janghare. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" I shouted, my screams reverberating in the shower stall. I had finally obtained the services of my father's mouth. Calming down at last, we emerged from the shower stall, both satiated and clean. We laughed and talked as we toweled ourselves dry. I strolled out of the bathroom without bothering with my robe and looked back to see my father's eyes were admiring the motion of my pelvis and my round posterior. "You know, baby, I was thinking of you in the shower, and then. There must be some way I can get out of it. I thought of going to the Police, but I thought about what would happen if that email got out, especially to my ex-wife. I'd never see my k**s again. A dark realisation came over me. I'd have to play along. At least for the time being.I sat in a state of bemusement for a good couple of hours until eventually my phone beeped. It was a text message.Here is your first stockings/panties/plug check. Send a photo back within 2 minutes or there will be. Sixth hour I don't have a class, so it is just Lane and I alone inmy classroom. Lane and I get along really well. I love to make him laugh,as well as steal glimpses of his legs and butt. We joke around a lot andsometimes get into playful fights that I used to get into with my friendswhen I was a teenager. We would be flicking rubber bands at each other orhave water fights and chase each other around the room laughing. He mademe feel young and alive again (even though I am only 29). A few.