You’re still a virgin and it’s supposed to hurt girls the first time they do it. Besides, you’re pretty small down there and my dick might be to... big.”“Oh, you’re just like Daddy. All he wants to do is put his penis in my behind. He never lets me see it and he runs away as soon as he finishes. I always have to go to the bathroom as soon as he leaves.”“Dad fucks you in the ass, no shit?” Brad was incredulous. He couldn’t imagine his father molesting his own daughter. He was a harsh man, but Brad. Evidently Stan was still hiscoach. Stan gave him a drink and some encouraging words. AnotherAustralian runner was there, and she made small talk with Paul beforethe race.Paul was amazed at the high pitched voice coming out as he talked. Ithelped reinforce the illusion that he was female.Paul went out and lined up for the second time, this time in the women'srace. The gun went, and this time the pace was much more manageable.Running at his normal pace, he was able to stay with the pack.Towards. Saurabh had a way with words and with women and he knew exactly which buttons to push around them.After dinner I dropped him over to his place. We were walking and talking about the new place and job and how he would make lot of friends. He was also hopeful to meeting new people. He asked me about the sex scene in Mumbai and I told him that I don’t know much about it. He laughed and told me that with a hot wife like Neelam, I didn’t need to go anywhere else. I agreed and told him that Neelam. He nodded his head and gave Seth a fist bump.I glanced at my phone to see what the message was. I saw a text from my wife. I grinned as I read, “You better give me all the details. Take pics, too.”“Naughty wife,” I said. “You shouldn't encourage your husband to perv on his students.”“If they're hot...” She added a winky emoji. “Enjoy, you dirty, old teacher.”I was about to respond when Nikkole sauntered in.I groaned as the cheerleader pranced to her desk, her pleated, purple skirt swaying about.