"I put my son in the car. He is asleep. Come on, let's go to therestroom. There is hardly ever anybody in there."I was in shock. There was no other wo...d for it. But I followed him.He went through the door and straight into the only stall there. I followedhim and he locked the door.I sat down on the toilet seat and he came over and stood in front ofme. Again, that close, his masculinity almost overwhelmed me. Whatever hewanted I would do. I suddenly wanted him to dominate me, to hit me, toforce. "I've missed you." Mmmmm, you're scaring me. You know, I repressed our whole time together. Too wicked for me. I'm a nice girl. My mom wouldn't approve." That's okay, mine wouldn't either. But you still want to... visit?" Laura searched for the right word."Can you pick me up at the airport?" Name the time." Tonight. Ten fifteen."Laura got directions where to pick her up, then hung up, her heart pounding. The aching sense of loss from losing Trina was not gone, but her spirits lifted. So it was dark, barely lit enough to know where to exit late at night. I had my shorts & underwear off. All I had on was my white shirt I wore for PE back in high school. So imagine it, me laying stomach flat in a soft cot with nothing but my shirt on & a blanket covering my hairy butt. The door begins to creak open, I turn my head to see a black silhouette standing there in the doorway. It was daddy & he totally got the message. Indian men aren't quick to get in on it so he spent his time. I used to think of all that happened during my college days with Nima and later and I kept masturbating. Masturbation was an only pleasure that I was having. I was dreaming of having complete sex with Nima which she never allowed. So I used to fantasize like I’m having sex with her and masturbated every single day. After 3 years, finally one day Nima came home. It was Dhasara time and she came to our home one weekend for inviting our family to the Pooja at their home. She was wearing Saree. I.