”“oh! Eibar ami bujhechi, tui amar panty pechone eto pagol keno. Ei jaano ami boli je tor ekhon ekta sundor dekhe bouer darker.”“kintu ami to ...kdom anari. Tumi promise koreo amake kichu bojhale na. Sei din tumi bolchile je jadi purush manush anari hoye to phulsajjer rate meyeder bhison kastho hoye. Tumi ki bolte chaichile? Tomaro bujhi khub kashto hoye chilo?” “haan partho, tor dada ekdom anari chilo. Phulsajjer rate amar saree aar saya tule amake garam na kore amar sukno guude nijer bara. I hit my shoulder first and then my head thumped into the carpet.It hurt. But I think I started crying because of the shock of it more than the hurt. I’ve had worse falls playing basketball. I guess I was also crying from embarrassment.I was suddenly surrounded by people asking if I was okay. People touching me, trying to grab me, trying to turn me over. It was the exact opposite of what I needed.I lashed out at the reaching hands.“Don’t touch me,” I cried.I desperately wanted someone to hold. Her hands flew to the side of my head, gripping it passionately and firmly. Caged by her fingers, I continued working on her exposed clit, concentrating only upon that. With each suck, I felt her fingers tense, driving my face into her, then down to her waiting hole. She was wet and delicious. Her flavor overwhelmed the bitter taste of the pool chemicals, and I obeyed her silent but irresistible command, licking first around, then between her labia.A wonderful stream of filthy, sexy invective. I finally dared to talk."Then who was he? I didn't dream what she said. I didn't imagine it. What did I miss?" I was confused. I knew by now that I had made an awful mistake, but I just didn't know what it was. Amy visibly relaxed and her eyes turned soft. The danger was gone out of them. She caressed my cheek softly where the red mark showed she had slapped me."I'm sorry, I hit you harder than I meant to," she apologized softly."Daddy, the signs were all there for you to see. All you had to do.