"You tell me that I can't have you and that your father would never see me as a legitimate suitor. I can see that. I hate it, but I can understand it....I respected your wishes and have tried to let you go."She opened her mouth to refute me and I steamrolled over whatever she about to say,"It's your turn to listen!" I wasn't thinking any more, just letting my emotions vent. "You gave up the right to tell me who I can and cannot see once you told me that you would not fight your father for me! I. He doesn't understand is she asking if he wants to sleep with him."Excuse me," he responds. "Are you ..."He doesn't have time to finish his question. The look in her eyes looklike she was not happy."Yes or no?" she asks again.Somehow he knows that she is not asking about hooking up.He is going to say ....Everything turns to black.His eyes open, they feel heavy and he has the worst headache he everhad. He feels the urge to pee. He flings the covers away and gets out ofbed, he feels uneasy on his. I then removed her top from back only. Then I turned her to the front and was shocked to see her in bra. her boobs were struggling to get free. I removed her bra and touched them for the first time. I was becoming mad due to excitement. Then I squeezed them and kissed them for a long time. now I moved downwards. I kissed her Navel and then I reached to the knot of the salwar. I opened it to see the most sexiest thighs in front of my eyes. I kissed the thighs from bottom. Now I reached the panty. The sounds of pleasure and pain are, of course, indistinguishable. It was completely an artificial time, an aberration, a break from normal life. We had nothing but one another. No work. No other demands or distractions. We had sex five or six times a day, or even more, every day, day after day. From what I read, I have always had a statistically unusual sexual capacity. Since puberty I have come three or four times a day and, at fifty-five, still do. But those days were unusual even for me..