"Ooooh, Daddy! I feel it. Fuck me. Take my cherry!" She was delirious, screaming at the top of her lungs. Atharva stared at her contorted face. He jab...ed forward, the head of his prick ripping through her cherry as if it were tissue paper. "Baby," he roared, plunging through her virgin fuckhole until his cock was buried to the hilt. "Sweet, baby!" Ayieeee!" Gunjan screamed. "Daddy!" She bucked up, twisting, her teenaged body impaled on her father's stiff cock. "It hurts so bad!" Hissing through. And incredible as it may seem, this is what happened, although not in the way he expected.The flashy, pretentious, and arrogant boy was completely different in his home. At school, he acted in a way, but at home, he looked like someone else.When I arrived at his house, the way he treated me, with respect and kindness, was completely unexpected. I believed that I would be insulted and would have to put up with his bad attitude, I didn’t expect to meet someone else, it almost seemed like a dual. . she didn't like me giving a kiss to another one of the girls dressed as a hooker there... and when we got home she invited me down stairs... for a little fun... and now... it's 5 days later... ... i hear a noise upstairs... two people talking... one sounds like a male's voice... my heart starts to pound... i pray she didn't bring home anyone... i hear laughing... the shuffling of chairs on the floor above me... then i hear the door unlock... she comes down the stairs... "How's my sweetie. " Then I'll hang it on my wall." Also," he added, "It's my second best way to get as close to the poem as possible. Writing it out word-by-word as the poet himself once did." And the first way is?" I challenged him, unable to suppress my smile."Getting to know you, of course."That got him a joyful hug, and a last quick trip to our private room. Then he was gone, as we both knew he had to leave for now.I'll have to try that writing idea myself some time.Mr. X's now solved problem wasn't the only.