Yes, this is sacred, this profound connection. Our bodies moved more and more together, our movements synchronizing in the tribal lust dance of me... fucking. My upper thighs pushed his legs father apart as I lay on top of him and my cock's ever-stalwart journey to the center of his universe. I met resistance, the surprised pained look in his eyes and I slowed almost impeceptibly to a stop, holding the head right against the terrible walnut of his prostate, my cockhead pulsing with each. Let me tell you the story. So, the first time Varun had taken me to meet his dad, it was totally unplanned. We had gone to see a movie and he said let’s go and meet his dad. I was in a very low waist jeans and deep neck sleeveless tank top. I tried to stop him but he insisted.So, finally, we went. I was really worried about what would his dad say seeing me in such a revealing outfit. We went inside and papa ji was sitting in the armchair.Varun introduced me to him. Immediately, Varun got a call. Phoebe wasn‘t much of a cook, but she‘d memorized how to make six specific meals, and she rotated them every time Mom wasn‘t home. She made exactly enough for two people, leaving Mom‘s in the fridge every night, where it was almost always still uneaten the next morning. Once dinner was ready, she lit some candles, put on one of Dad’s old records, and liberated a little bit of wine from Mom’s private stash. She meant to just eat and relax for the rest of the night, and maybe watch some TV with. I was so nervous, though, that I really did not know what to say. Ijust sat there for a minute or two. I was looking around the limo and outthe window, and then I turned and looked over at Quinn. She noticed meturn toward her, and she turned to look at me. I still could not believehow beautiful she was. She smiled at me. "You look absolutely beautiful," I told her honestly. "Thank you, Joe," she replied, "and thank you for my flowers. They arelovely." "You're welcome," I said. I.