After a few moments he quickly turns away from the girl's eyes. The girl looks back at him, at his long black gown, his face, his lips. Father K lets ...imself feel the pleasure of the situation, the pleasure of being watched by a vulnerable creature, something he does not normally do. He waits for the congregation to disperse and leave but the girl still stays watching him. He begins to wonder why. She then speaks. "I feel like a filthy slut, Father K." Father K wonders if that was what she. Uncle also offered to sleep for that night at my residence since I am a young boy and it is not fair to leave Sridevi alone with me. Nor he could take her to his residence fearing backlash from his wife. Hence the decision. Uncle was very tired and he lies down on the big sofa of our living room and soon fell asleep. I had shown Sridevi the bedroom and went back to my room. I was normal until then. No bad intention until then. I went to bed and closed my eyes. I suddenly woke up after few min. I pulled back, my fat, swollen cockhead pressed against the gaping opening to her vagina. Her pussy seemed to be sucking to get my length back inside, to feel the fullness it had never known until 2 minutes ago. I passionately looked into her eyes and, as I started a slow, but forceful thrust into her pussy, I said “Daddy Loves You Baby…” and as I felt the tip of my rod press against her hymen, the doorway to her womanhood, her cherry and the entrance to where no other entity had ever. Actually she could even tolerate those with bad breath as long as they did not insist on kissing on the mouth. Her reputation as a slut and whore snowballed. As it became known she was easy guys would lose interest in fucking her after they had done her once or twice. So Linda was constantly in the search for new partners to fuck. The more partners she was known to have had the firmer became her reputation as a slut & a whore. At least her beauty spared her from being humiliated by fucking the.