“Where?” She asked nervously, her voice faltering.“There are plenty of places down here, or my place, or yours, if you like.” I said, keeping ...y boldness obvious.Suddenly the face that exuded real estate confidence left her for a moment as she realized what I was intimating, and that she had seemed to yearn for (that zipless fuck).“Tell you what,” I said, “I’ll go catch up with my friends and when the city closes down the streets at 9:30 and drop back and help you pack up what you need to, if. ?Are you my dad?? She said as she blushed lightly. John began to cough.?What. Where did this come from?? He said as he pounded on his chest.?When we where moving I found a box of moms old clothes?? She began taking another breath. ?Inside I found her diary.? Life sunk out of him. He could remember his sister diary. He wondered how much his sister had written about what had happened so long ago. And how much did her daughter know.?So you read it?? He asked feeling for the first time as nervous. Main appni story par att hu dosto me daily mandir jata hu or bahkti par bohot wishwas rakhta hu ek din me mandir se darshan kar ka lot raha to me jese he mandir ka get se bahar ayya to ek khoobsurat se ladki mujhe dekhi magar jab wo pass i to mujhe pata chala ki wo to aunty perpar wo bohot hi khubsurat thi usna mujhe dekha or smile pass ke or andar mandir ma chali gai or me to usay he dekhe raha tha usna mujhe wapas palat kar dekha or phir smile de or maina usay smile de phire mujhe kisi kaam. I got off the train and stumbled home in the dark.I knocked on my hose door and my dad came to the door,“WHAT THE FUCK!” He grabbed me and pulled me by thehair to the shower and washed me off then he draggedme out of the shower and fucked me over the toilet.End of ending one***This is erotic fiction and nothing more! This kind ofaction is very wrong and should NEVER be recreated inreal life as fun or hot as it may seem.***Ending two: Good ending, cba to go back to the.