Dad said he thought it was another guy from the hospital that she was involved with, but she moved in with her sister and never dated to my knowledge....As far as I know she didn’t see Pop again till the day she buried him. Still I was just like Pop, tough, able to stand on my own two feet, a trail runner, hunter and fisherman and that was all that I needed, I didn’t need anybody. Just as that thought crossed my mind, the worst pain I had ever felt crashed into my chest and I blacked out. They. She nodded her head in the slightly twisting way that was common to people from India. ‘Perhaps she does come from the Indian subcontinent,’ said Rao, ‘but doesn’t speak Hindi or English. Perhaps she speaks Urdu. Or Bengali.’ ‘I think she’s just tired,’ repeated Dorothy. ‘Give her something to drink and let her rest.’ She turned to face the strange woman and addressed her in English which she was convinced she must know better than any other language. ‘Would you like to rest?’ She mimed this. I reached for his belt and began to open it. Dad's left hand grabbed mine to stop what I was doing but I shook it off then pulled the zipper to its stop. When his pants flapped open I grabbed them on each side and pulled them down. He started to shake “Renee ----” but I cut him off by stepping close to him; I put a hand over his mouth to cut off the protest then the other hand into his briefs. While I fingered his cock it was growing rapidly in my hand. He put his hands on my shoulders and. Please show me" she replied. I was lost and knew it. "Baby, I'm not sure I'll be happy with just kissing but I promise, you only have to say 'stop' and I will". With that I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her. Just brushing my lips on hers at first as my hand stoked her face. As her arms went around my neck and pulled me closer I began running my tongue along her lips until she opened her mouth and then we really started. "Not bad for a first timer" I said smiling "you sure you've never.