I hail from Hyderabad India, when this happened I was in my 12th class, am an average guy, very jovial, medium built and a bit darker side with a medi...m sized dick. When people boast their size I don’t understand, once turn a women properly I don’t think size really matters. Coming to the women fuck the stats she was avg height, nice shapes, good smile, fair and very modern am talking about the year 1994 she’s Tamil Brahmin. She was 38 and I was 18. Here is the storyI was a rebel in school most. Okay, so you can see him sniffing his daughter’s panties now. He is about to be hit with an overwhelming dose of her pussy pheromones and we’ll now observe the effect it has on him.Ah, here we go, he instinctively goes to check that they are her panties by looking up her skirt.So now he’s seen she isn’t wearing any panties and therefore can deduce that the panties he was sniffing do belong to her. This clearly excites him along with the view of his daughter’s cunt and getting to inhale her. Well I wasn’t being flippant. People who experience these gardens never forget them. When you walk beyond the Bridge of Despair you always leave some part of you behind. That part comes back to haunt you in your dreams. Whenever I feel tense or depressed or life just gets too much I can close my eyes and I’m back here walking these gardens in the springtime when the cherries are blossoming and scent their blooms in my nostrils. I’ve come here many times seeking peace and a moment of. ”“Bob, now you are embarrassing the poor girl. I’m sure that’s not necessary.”“Sara, do what I said or I will do it for you.”Completely disgusted and embarrassed, I jerked my shorts to the floor. “The panties too.” I turned my back to my parents and pulled those down and stood with my bright red ass facing them.“My God Sara, what in the world were you thinking?”I started trying to explain as I pulled my panties up and retrieved the rest of my clothes. No two words that I tried to put together.