I figured that was as good a time as any to ask her. "How come we can only get together on Saturday night?" Just because." was her answer."But I want...to see you more often. I can't wait a week to be with you again."She didn't respond so I decided to wait her out. After a bit she spoke. "My dad is real strict. He doesn't want me dating or going to parties." She took a long drink of her beer and then tossed the can. "Saturday he has to work the night shift so I can go out and he doesn't. His flabby upper thighs... still playing... fondling...jiggling... and daintily squeezing... His hairy testicles... you leanupwards... over His hairy gut... as you take your right hand... and startstroking yourself... while staring down... at His belly button... His verydeep... hairy navel... and looks like... a fleshy cup... surrounded bymore tendrils... of errant... scraggly hair... as you open your mouth...and start licking your lips... in pretended... feigned pleasure... andwhorish. Ab maine uske choot ke hoth khole to paya ki uski seal tuti nhi thi . ab maine apni jeebh nikali aur aur choot pe ragadne laga…ab wo pagal hoti ja rhi thi. Uski choot chatne me mujhe bhot maza aa raha tha , ab mai dherrey se apni jeebh uski choot ke ched ke andar bahar karne laga. Wo aah aaah ki awazein nikalne lagi,,,,thodi der munh se chodte chodte muje bada maza aa raha tha .Thodi der baad ab mai uske bagal me let gaya . Ab wo mera lund daba rahi thi wo uthi aur mera underwear utarne lagi. I told her to stand in front of me again, I just wanted to take it all in. She stood once again arms at her side, crying yet not making a sound. I circled around her looking, her eyes trying to follow me the best they could with a scared look of concern wondering what I was going to do next. Standing there in her bra and matching conservative panties I got close behind her put my nose close to her ear and neck smelling the wonderful youthful scent, I whispered to her as long as she did.