Me: oh that’s great dad.Dad: its all only because of you baby. Thanks a lot..Me: its okay dad..Me: come on its time for celebration..Dad: yeah its t...me. Come lets go to the beach party.Really I never had been to beach party yet. That too in US I even don’t know what will happen there. But I agreed.Dad: change yourself to some casuals dear and I will be waiting outside.Me: it’s okay dad be here. No problem and help me choose my dress..I begun to search for the right dress. My dad suggested me to. Tiara was upset. “There has been a rupture in protocol,” she enunciated sternly. “He’s already spilled seed and there are still four girls left.”“Five,” insisted the flaming redhead, still poised over me. “The rupture took place before I had finished the ritual.”Ms. Tiara rolled her eyes. “All right then, five.” (the redhead gave a little silent applause) Tiara continued. “We must devise an appropriate punishment. Alexia!”She consulted with Alexia while I sat up to see who the five remaining. A large wardrobe took up most of one wall, and the opposite wall held some indeterminate furniture covered with cloth. “You’re a photographer?” “I want to be. If you want, I can take pictures of you some time.” “I don’t know…” “Oh, wait until you’ve seen some of mine, I bet you’d look brilliant in front of the camera.” And again we turned around. “This is just the washing room, and at the back are the stairs to the basement.” She pointed into a narrow, windowless room. “Though the only thing. " His hand moved upon her skin, sliding over her soft stomach, ripples of pleasure following in his wake. She cried out as he touched her thighs, her legs parting with such ease even as she fought to hold them closed."This is a dream," she cried, tears of terror, of passion and desperate need spilling from her eyes. "You are nothing more than a nightmare."Fingers delved between her thighs, playing in the fluidity of her desire, laughing as he pushed easily inside of her. "I'd say more of a wet.