There’s this song I like that says something about being a preacher’s daughter and not doing what ‘daddy taught her.’ I do everything my Daddy...taught me, everything except deal drugs and beat my wives. If I drank often enough, I’d become and alcoholic. If I did try cocaine or heroine, I’d probably be hooked. I’ve cheated so much and lied so much about it that I can’t stop lying. Even while I’m doing it, I think to myself that I want to STOP, and I can’t even stop because I’m so mired down in it. Once there was a call from her husband from calcutta when kamal was banging her from behind then i attended the phone i told him that she is in the bathroom. he told me he will give a ring after 5 minutes .when i told them kamal was not at all listening gayu was about to get out of his grip but kamal was real mad in fucking her he was forcing her when she tried to leave he slapped her and caught her by her hair and made her to be in the missionary position and like forcing he was banging her. As I would drop by each week we would chit chat and as every week pass by we would talk longer. We both could tell the other was definitely interested in the other. We decided to meet one Friday at a hotel in a town in between the towns we lived in. After we checked in she went into the bathroom to freshen up so I pulled down the covers on the bed. When she came out she was looking mighty fucking hot in her matching bra and panties. I had already laid down and got comfortable. So she crawled. The second he screamed Melinda pulled her face away from Marlene’s pussy and whipped around to look at him. As the black haired girl saw the expression on her step-father’s face she could feel her own puss turning white.All of the blood seemed to drain from Melinda’s head as her heart was filled with unadulterated terror. Not only was she turning as white as a sheet from her fear, but she thought she was going to faint. Melinda had to take several deep breaths just to keep herself from losing.