" Yeah, well, this thing isn't going to work, Maria," I said. I guess I was whining a little."Don't knock it, if you haven't tried it," she said."It w...n't work because I'm too insecure about my job." Paul wouldn't send you down over a personal issue!" she said."No, I don't think he would. But once it got out that one of his players was -- dating his daughter, it could get extremely awkward. Not just for me -- for Paul, too." This couldn't be the first time this has ever happened," she. So there I was with a massive boner in hand when she slipped through the shower curtain without a stitch. She moved behind me, pushed her bushy little twat into my ass, reached around with both hands to grab my cock and balls and spoke. ‘I feel really dirty…in more ways than one.’ she said, stroking my cock appreciatively. ‘Want me to wash your back?’ she asked almost innocently. Without waiting for a response she began soaping up a washcloth. I hadn’t had my back washed for some time. She. I was watching a Dutch movie and it was about girl, youngish but older than I, having a fixation about her father, the reasons were different, but the strong sexual attraction was obvious, for both of us, and I lay there on the settee, with my hand down the front of my knickers, and another up under my knitted tank top, kneading my breast, when daddy walked in with a man, a stranger from the pub.I froze, hand in-situ, where both men's eyes were focussed, besides my knickers were soaked, so even. Now my panic level reached 100%, and he realized it immediately. He said, “Hi! Myself Purushottam, you can call me Puru. My friends mostly call me Puru.” He forwarded his hand towards me.But I didn’t raise my hand toward him. I was looking at him with discomfort. My expression was like a lamb sitting in front of a lion. He asked me to at least shake hands. I panicked at his words and automatically my hand went towards him. He took my hand in his and shook hand.But instead of leaving my hand, he.