Guptaji then came from behind and unhooked rittus bra.Rittu was feeling akward at this situation as she thought it was getting to far without knowing ...hat I have bought guptaji to fuck her but then I told her to strip further as my cock s also became very hard.Rittu now took off her panties and she was now nude with her clean shaven pussy and she was standing on the table nude only with her heels on..She was still dancing as if trying to convince guptaji with her performance for film roles..But. Put on a happy face. Stood through the speeches by the pols and stars, handed out the awards and decorations, received a few, dismissed the troops. Shook a few hands, gave a few hugs and that was that. No-one from the rear detachment had seen or heard from my family in over a month. Strange.Got a room in the VOQ for the night, being an O-5 has some benefits. Set up an appointment with the post PAC’s deputy commander, a GS-13 I have known since I was a 2LT, for the following morning.Nothing good. " We paused for another moment. She kisses me again with her open mouth and tongue, but stops herself "wait, no, we shouldn't be doing this" I respond without moving away, "no we probably shouldn't," but she does it again and I reciprocate, yet again she pauses and says "no Dad we should stop," I reluctantly respond with "yes," we repeat the same type of worthless suggestions & responses between kisses a few more times as my hands start to wander across her body, feeling her warm, tight, bare. I could never see her the same way as before, after picturing him entering her, even if it was his sick daydream. Sometimes I pick up the box, the one we all have somewhere hidden in our homes or garages or storage units. The one with the dried flowers, cards, letters, mixed tapes, stuffed animals, dirty photos, anything he or she might have left behind. I have letters that I read. Text and email transcripts. Some horrible poetry. I bring this box out when I need to cry and can’t, but now it.