He couldnt believe what he was about to do. But there was nothing that could stop him now. Gripping his shaft, he unwedged it from underneath his litt...e girls butt and guided into her tight little pussy. He eased it in slowly, and felt her body respond immediately. She arched her back ever so slightly and pushed back against him as he slowly entered her with his length. He slowly filled her, then equally as slowly withdrew, his first witting violation of his daughters physical body. This went. I remember meeting you at that bar---that lounge in the Indian place on High Street. I remember laughing, and smiling, looking into your eyes, brushing your hand with mine. I remember thinking “I should lean in and kiss her, because I think that’s the only way she’ll let me touch her boobs in this restaurant”. I remember following you to your car and thinking, “I am going to fuck her later”. It was funny, because I had never met a girl and taken her home, or followed her home, or slept with. I greeted them and joined them for a coffee. All the while I couldn’t take my eyes of her boobs. I imagined that someday I will be fucking the brains out of Namrata but dismissed the though thinking probably it was not possible. Namrata noticed my staring at her boobs but didn’t say anything. Next few days went normally . I regularly bunked classes so that I can stay home to chat with Namrata. I could feel the sexual tension between two of us . As days went by Namrata became more comfortable. Looking closely, I found a few curly hairs. Yes! Pubic hair! A thrill shot through me and another ratchet of my madness slipped. I was teasing myself. Delighting myself. This slow, measured -- even controlled unfolding of a treasure -- heightened my arousal.I kept for last the real prize, the scent. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust. Bringing the panties to my face, I slowly inhaled, allowing her intimate fragrance to titillate my olfactory senses. The seductive power of her.