It was the society reporter and a photographer from the newspaper. "Hello, dear," the attractive journalist smiled, "are you the young lady who called...us about the party. We hope we're not too late for the deflowering." I'm really sorry," Kathy apologized, "but Daddy's already popped Kim's cherry. I didn't think you were coming." That's all right, we're the ones running late," the photographer assured her. "Do you think they could pose for us anyway? You know how everyone loves to see pictures. The way she looked.She hadn't changed at all.She looked exactly the same as I had remembered her in my dream. And she was just standing there. Right in front of me. Smiling as though she knew and understood everything that was going on between us.I tried to speak. Say something. Say anything."Muh," I gasped, swallowing hard, "My name is Harry Watts and I'm eighteen years old!"The girl tilted her head to the side slightly and nodded."I know," she replied softly, "I know."Then she reached forward. ”With that he bowed his head and I held him close. The intensity of his thrusts filled my body with indescribable pleasure yet again, but now my mind was elsewhere. I shut my eyes and ran my hand tenderly down his spine; from the base of his skull to his lower back. I did this repeatedly as he thrust into my body and tenderly rubbed my sides. In my mind I could see a glowing spindle of energy around him; golden and iridescent. This was his power; his vortex of light; whence came passion,. "Manju ghar me hai , ab to kapde pahan lo." Maa asked ' 'kya pahnu, ab to mujhe nanga rahna achha lagta hai.' Daddy replied , eisa kar, tu towel lapet le, usme tu bahut achhi ladti hai aur vinod ko apna choot dekhne de. Manju puchegee to bolna ki bahut garmee hai." Now dad wanted to make me happy more and more. "Ranee subah subah ek baar bete ka lund chus ke dikha." Maa was ever ready .She sat on floor,took limp lund in her mouth and sucked.After few sucking it got erect . Daady saw it and told.