She let her stream loose but was not as good as her father in controlling the flow. Her father swallowed her pee greedily. Shahnaz's full bladder empt...ed out, as her father tried to drink every drop of his daughter's delicious pee.Shahnaz went back to bed tired from her father's furious fucking as he dressed to leave after a quick wash."Daddy, remember your word. No second thoughts now." Shanu, Just tell me when and where. I will trust our sweet Nasim would be agreeable. All bets are off if I. My heart skips a beat as she walks straight up to me, her green eyes fixed to mine. Just one step in front of me she takes off her knife-bearing jacket. Her skimpy sleeveless shirt exposes a lot of brown skin of her shoulders, shows off the contours of two perfectly rounded breasts, the hard nipples proudly poking through the stretched fabric at me. She snaps the cigarette out of my fingers and takes a couple of deep puffs. I cough my heart up into my mouth and say: »I would like to apologise. He crouches down zipping the fly sheet closed, then grabs my hands and leads me off through the pelting rain to his tent.Upon reaching his tent we’re relieved to find it enduring the storm. Jake unzips the door flap a bit and throws his stuff inside, then grabs mine and does the same, before zipping the tent back up. “We’ll take our clothes off out here, and dry ourselves off once inside.” He yells. I immediately start stripping and am naked in time to watch him peel off his now see thru. She looked at him quizzically, and he smiled and said, “Don’t worry. It will be okay.” Then she saw where they were. The garden looked like an English one, but not one of those strict formal gardens. It was lush and cool and green, full of flowers in white, pink, and violet blue, every flower imaginable, even hydrangeas and peonies in bloom. It was not just how it looked and felt, but also the scent that impacted her. It was like the most beautifully blended French perfume. If only it could be.