.or wo mera lund chaat rai thi me chutnay he wala tha k lun munh say nikal liya or sidha ho k us ki phudi per rkh diya wo boli nahi karan ander nahi k...rna me nay jaha upara upar regroo ga wo razi ho gayi…me uski chikni phudi per apna lun regerraha tha…or us k mumay choos raha tha wo sisi rahi thi 5 min baad me nay kaha nicky ander ker doo wo kuch na boli me smj gaya k us ki ag or bherk chuki hay me ne uski phudi(pussy)per apna lun reka thora zor lgaya mera lun slip ho k nichay chela gya me ne. He said you did good Sister, here are your pictures and the negatives.He handed me an envelope. I did not say a thing. I hung my head ashamed of the way I acted, ashamed that I did not want it to stop. I asked him "is that all the pictures?" He said yes, these are all the pictures of you in the third floor girls room, there are no more still pictures for you to worry about." I looked at his face he was smiling. I said "Still pictures? What do you mean?" He walked over to the stall I was in and. "She gasped."What do you mean, dad? What..."He shushed her."Honey," he went on. "You are young. Everything is new and exciting. Just as new and exciting as things were when your mother and I met. We fell deeply in love and it felt ... unique. We were convinced that we must be the only ones in the world feeling such intense love for each other. It was..."John had to pause. Finding words for the overwhelming memories was impossible. He smiled an apology."Darling. If you want to know how. “I would like a brandy if they have one.”“I hope to hell they have one, they’d better for the over $2,000 Pounds I paid.”“How much is that in dollars?”“$3,000 dollars I think. They seem to have a very fine, old cognac that I’m sure you will enjoy.” She let go of my hand to pour me a generous snifter of brandy. She picked up a previously poured glass of champagne and took a sip through her beautiful lips.“Let’s sit on the couch.” Cindy turned and sat down. The slit in her dress fell away.