She's using her body to keep me pressed up against the car and oh god I want her to touch me all over my body. I feel her start to nibble on my neck a...d kiss my jaw. The hand in my hair pulls hard jerking my head back further so that now all I can see is clouds and mist. "Get in," a rough voice grates across my ear. The hand in my hair stays put as the other hand shoves me inside the car. As I start to climb over into the passenger seat the hand in my hair roughly untangles itself. "Don’t you. Our waitress came back out a bit later, and rather than checking in on us, she started in with more questions."Are you guys married? I mean I see your wedding ring, but not his."Before I could answer, Daddy spoke, "She is married, but not to me. Tell her what you are to me."I thought for a brief moment about what he was expecting beforing responding to the waitress, "I am his married white slut."My revelation didn't seem to catch quite as off guard as she continued, "Okay, does your husband. Sure, there’s the “crank hobbyist” ... he’s the guy who kept your ball when it bounced into his yard. On week ends he takes his loaded pickup or car and heads for the mountains ... going camping ... he said.He’s not married ... or he is and wishes he wasn’t ... or he takes her with when he goes. Maybe he started out as a fisherman ... or photographer, painter, sailor sick of the sea ... something. Gold panning can be a pass time.Jim is a professional firefighter ... maybe he started out in. I am from Gujarat and from a Strict Family where Children are not allowed to date till they get married. I have two Sisters, one is about 5 years older than me, her name is Kavita and the other one is 3 years older me. Her name is Roshni. They are both beautiful. We were known and still known as hot kids in town back home. When they were young, they looked pretty much same as now. The diff. Is now their boobs and Butt got bigger, which make them hotter. They both have silky long hair, fair skin.