His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I want...d to stay with you guys."I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime. She would repeat after me the lines from the prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation,". I went real close to her and closed her mouth, making sure she has no room for yelling.I flashed her 2000 rupees infront of her eyes, she nodded to my intention. She stood up, started to unhook her sweaty blouse. I asked her to wait. Firstly I asked her name, she replied her name as rumana. I always wanted to fuck an muslim pussy, I guess this is the day.I asked her to turn around, tore apart her blouse making her melons free. I pressed for a while furiously, next up I lifted her up till her. I stopped moving my hand and kept it in the middle of her back, supporting her and holding her close to me.A moment later she loosened her hold around my neck and leaned back so that we were face to face again.“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”“I know that, sweetie,” I said and kissed her nose.“I shouldn’t have tried to hit Mum with the bat,” she said. “That was bad.”I nodded.“And I shouldn’t have shouted at Mum like that,” she added. “That was bad too.”I nodded again.She. Bhaiya ne kaha ek kaam karte hai, main kal ke liye ek shirt laya hun, tu wo pehen le. Aaj kaise bhi gujar lenge, kal subah hote hi kuch shopping karlenge. Maine bhi han kar di.Fir main bhaiya ka shirt leke bathroom main gayi. Aur kapde utar diye. Main sirf bra aur panty main thi aur mujhe sirf haath pair dhone the. Par shower ke knob ko galti se ghuma di. Toh mere bra panty bhi geele hogaye. Apni kismat ko kos ke maine apni bra aur panty ko wohi sukhane keliye chod diya aur bhaiya ka shirt.