The very first thought that came to me was ‘big mistake’ as it didn’t go down nearly as easy as the initial load. It clung to the back of my mou...h and down my entire esophagus like it was coating my throat. This was a feeling I was not ready for…I accept what I had just done and had no regrets but was not ready to be reminded of what I had just down every time I breathed and swallowed. The taste and smell stayed there. I got up and swigged a big drink from a bottled water. No dice, the taste. “I guess I should pee first before I slip into my suit” as she sat gently down on the toilet and I could hear a delicate stream of pee hit the water. “Oh, I hope I’m not grossing you out.” She said looking me strait in the eye.“No, not at all.” I replied as she let her gaze drift downward to the bulge in my pants.“No, I guess I’m not.”She reached over and grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll and let her legs open wide, much wider then she had to, showing me all the petals her. As usual he made all the arrangements to reach his house from the typical village railway station to his house. the house had a big back yard with well and space for cattle. i first saw the guy in this back yard he was cleaning one of the cow in the cattle. my room was in first floor, it was decent room, when u open the window, u could have a beautiful view of the backyard & my hot looking hunk. i love to see him from the window. in fact my only time pass at the first day was to look him & feel. I was having some very unfatherly thoughts.“Chani,” I began sternly. “I think it’s time for you to get cleaned up and take care of your chores.”Obviously still engrossed in television programming clearly targeting people half her age Chani hesitated then partly turned her head in my direction, still trying to keep an eye on the tv.“Huh?” She articulated back in my general direction.“Chani, your chores. I said it’s time to get to work!” I surprised myself with just how stern my tone was. I guess.