I had requested her that she keeps her bra on as I had always fantasied taking her bra off myself. And she had asked me to wear a banyan, a loose shir... and a lungi without underwear so that she could see my tent.We sat cross legged on the floor and started the game. I dealt the cards. She won the first round and asked me to take off my shirt which I did. Then I won the next round and asked her to take off her blouse without removing her pallu. I always fantasied seeing a woman in saree without. Something you need to know about a child that grows up with an abusive parent. They get bigger, but the scared child never really leaves them. You beat them down enough and they just cower in a dark corner when things get bad. I made excuses. I lied. I never saw the right hook that put my head into the drywall. I fell down, crying… for some reason those tears still shame me today. My dad, disgusted that I wouldn’t stand up for myself, left the house. I decided that night that I had two choices.. Sometimes he would catch a few girls in the hall silently staring at him; and then they would turn away and giggle or cover their mouth and murmur things to one another, usually ending with a big laugh at Robert’s expense.Robert did not set out to be a loner but by the last year of high school he had become one. Most of his farm buddies had already moved away to more rural areas. Robert had almost become one of a kind in his school. To make matters worse, Robert still dressed in the familiar. She looked up at me and I drew her up onto her feet again. As she rose, my erection draw a wet line along her body. When fully standing, she pressed it between us. She didn’t stop there either. She moved slowly, here and there, to a rhythm that I could only make out through her movements. The beat was driving and I followed it along with her.I reached down, running my hands along her back, over her cheeks, and to the back of her thighs. Then I grabbed her thighs, separated them, and lifted her.