"What is it you want, Joan—please ... tell me what you want?" Ooooh, Jerry—I think I want you to make love to me, but I am so scared of how much i... might hurt and the chance of me getting pregnant worries me, but I do want you," she said."Just a minute, Joan?"Ever since that kiss, I'd been hoping for a repeat, maybe even more than just kissing. I did the responsible thing and when Mom had asked me to pick some prescriptions, I used some of my own cash and bought three condoms, always having one. By this point Dad had climbed onto the bed and now lying my other side of me and I was finding it difficult to keep my attention diverted from his member.“We've both seen them before” she remarked once again lowering my arm. “Now take off those panties and I will take care of your garden.” After making this request she brought into view a razor and some shaving cream.“Here goes...” I muttered, slowly sliding my last item of modesty from my body clenching my thighs together to shield my entrance. She understood the mechanics well enough, but not the feelings that were whispered about among the girls.Apparently, boys, or men, wanted sex all the time - according to Grandfather. But she was supposed to wait for it until she fell in love and got married. It was a funny thing. Grandfather wouldn't say anything more about who boys had sex with or where or when, but he was very vocal that she wait no matter what.Leanna sighed and thought, 'Wait for what? For who?' She didn't have a clue. And. His hands were caressing my bare back and my ass over my sari. He was pressing my ass really hard and squeezing them. I could sense eagerness by his actions. I was feeling his hardness against my thighs also.He pushed me over the bed, with my face downwards. He came behind me in no second removed his cock out, which was already rock hard. I told him to give me some time so that I can remove my jewelry and be more comfortable. But he was in mood to listen anything from me. He just wanted to fuck.