Fine by me. I was going out for some drinks with Kevin anyway but first I knocked on Claire's door."You left this in my room," I said and held out her...phone."Oh, shit. I was looking for that," she replied and grabbed for it. I pulled it away. "Fuck you, creep." She said and grabbed the phone out of my hand. I walked away.It was around my fourth beer that I decided to send the first picture to my sister."What you doing?" Kevin asked me."Oh, nothing, just texting someone," I said."A girl?" he. I fucked my first girl before I could cum even. When we came to the US, my parents took me to a Catholic church. I was an altar boy. I got jealous when I found out the priest was touching other boys. I made him fuck me! I told all the Fathers that if they touched any of the other boys, I'd tell the whole congregation." He smiled sadly. "For most boys, that memory would fill them with shame. For me, it was the happiest time of my life."I glanced around us; the crowd had thinned but this still. Black nylon type stocking that ended just above the knee. The contrast of her white thighs showing between her skirt and the blackness of her stockings made her look seductive. I must have been concentrating of her legs and didn’t realize that the young lady was my daughter, standing on the street, waiting for me. I stopped and she scampered around the car, opened the door and plopped silently on the passenger’s seat. I turned to look at her. She sat there, slumped in the seat and still hadn’t. Girija: Don’t touch me down there, I will piss on you. I’m damn serious.Me: Ok ok, I won’t do anything. Just let me shampoo you down here. These hairs need to be shiny too.After shampooing her pussy, I stood facing her and soaped her boobs. She closed her eyes and started moaning. The soap made my hands move easily over her boobs and I squeezed it magically. I slowly moved my hands over her hips and rubbed the soap behind, I mean her butt. She was getting hotter and started moaning as.