" Oh, I see. Is he still your father?" Of course. He'll always be that. That's something I can't change. That doesn't mean I have to like it." No, I g...ess not. Just remember, if you punish him, you'll be punishing yourself, too." I know. You're right. That doesn't make it easy. You never told me." Told you what?" How you feel about it." I don't." What do you mean you don't? How can you say that?" I knew it. I knew I should just worm out of answering." I'm sorry. I shouldn't pick on you. You're. Fair complexion. Sparkling eyes.Long hairs and many other great qualities that anyone must get jerks by her gorgeous beauty. And myself Manoj as I told in the first story, I’m 6.2 with a slim physique and good looking with a fair complexion. It’s already late. Let’s not waste the time let’s get into the story. This incident happened a few months ago. Suma and I were both staying in the same building. She is not talkative and is a shy natured girl. She had no friends in the area. a She used to. Never flashed it around, but had fantasies about cutting the camisole straps on the girl sitting in front of me, and visualized running the tip down her naked neck and back. When I turned 16, I even started carrying what I called my "rape kit" in my car on the fantasy that I might encounter some helpless hitchhiker some day. The car was an old Buick Regal my parents gave me. I guess they thought it was safe because it was big, but it ad a huge trunk in which I fantasized stuffing my victims. . Now baby, open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips.I bunched some of her long,shiny black hair in my fists. Her inverted lips were forming a wonderful ‘O’ shape. I pushed forward inserting about 3″ inside that sweet mouth, and held it there. Her left hand was all-the-time cupping my balls. “Baby, will you do something for me please?” I asked, trying to keep some degree of gentleness in my tone.She made a muffled noise that sounded like,Ummmm, yes Shailu.Maryam suck on the end of my.