”Dad had cussed again. I understood perfectly how intensely he felt about it.“Can you pretend, dad? Like I pretended I was the school’s biggest ...bitch?”“I don’t know, pumpkin. Maybe.” He said doubtfully.“I know you have it in you, dad. I saw you roughly fuck mom twice now and that’s not your usual way. But this will be a really big challenge for you. I want you to pretend to be the most crass, nasty, self absorbed, selfish asshole you can imagine. Whatever you’d say or do in almost any. Powerful legs propelled Ham swiftly down the hall and then up a staircase. So far, so good. He should arrive thirty seconds before the bell, if there weren't any-"Aw, damn!" There was a clot of people blocking the way, and worse yet, it was all girls! Ham had learned the hard way that you couldn't just push girls around the same way you did wimpy guys, not if you wanted to stay on the team. A bunch of them were holding pieces of paper and giggling, which didn't mean much. It was Ham's. . She giggled, I said this is the pooja I wanted to do for a long time, she took me and pushed me on the bed, the cool flowers were giving nice feeling to hot body , she was still standing and watching me, she said abey Rohan abb meri bari hai tujeh nanga karne ki, here was a naked lady with big melons, deep navel, wide hips, shaved pussy, soft silky skin, lust full look, she came near to me and removed my lungi, and with out waiting a second she removed my underwear, my dick was 6 inches and. ." What denomination?" I asked. Mom and Dad raised me in church. I always thought that I'd do the same thing, you know, marry, go to church on Sundays, just like I was raised. Bert was none of that. Half the time, Sunday was a hangover day for him, anyway, especially that last year."Nothing strange. You've landed in the home of a good Baptist boy." I can do 'Baptist'," I said. "I was one. With Mom and Dad."I saw the look on his face. "Last night ... How do you reconcile last night with a good.