OH. GOD. He loved her mouth. He loved watching her lips wrap around him and swallow him whole. She was the only woman he had ever known with such tale...t. He felt himself quickly approaching climax as she shoved his cock in her mouth. As she started to gather more saliva, he knew what was next. Afraid he would cum too soon if she pushed him into her throat, he pulled away quickly. "Not yet my love." Gingerly standing up, she attempted to return to her previous position preparing to receive his. "I hear you like golf," the voice at the other end of the line said. It was Mr. Avella, Gina's father."Yes Sir," I said. He asked where I lived and said he would pick me up in an hour.And that is how my friendship with Mr. Avella began. We played that day and every Sunday morning until it got too cold to go out. He was naturally inquisitive, explaining that having a lovely naïve daughter made a father over-protective. But he didn't try to dissuade me from dating her. If anything, he encouraged. Mohini used to live in Solapur with my uncle due to his railway job.She visits our house in summer vacation when uncle is on live. So when they use to come we used to plan a trip somewhere for 6-7 days. So that year we planned a trip to goa. Being a college boy I used to masturbate thinking of the girls in my college. So we left for goa when uncle and Mohini arrived at Pune.We hired a mini bus from Pune. First, two days in goa were fine. The third day was a magical day. We woke up at 5 and. Mary suggested to Agnata that the nuns at St.Vincents convent,near where she lived, would be able to deal with anything she wanted to confess.Agnata was not sure what Mary meant but Mary smiled and made a gesture with her hand to spank her own bottom.Agnata was surprised and asked Mary what she meant.Mary laughed and simply said that if Agnata wanted to confess she should see the nuns. Other women came off the dance floor and sat down and Mary explained that she was telling Agnata about what.