Living in India has made me quite fluent in Hindi, although I speak it a little differently.All the incidents took place about 6 years back when I was... a student. The heroine of the story is Gurpreet Kaur (name changed), a Sikh girl, my batchmate. At the time, Gurpreet was a busty girl who used to wear tight jeans and t-shirts. Her ass and boobs were always prominently visible. Her hips were also wider than her waist.Before we became physical, we were not very friendly with each other. Just knew. She was a cheerleader, and bouncing around in her uniform she was enough to distract the fans and the players alike from the game. True to form, she was dating the quarterback of the football team, an unlikable jock named Roger Finch. Finch had pushed me around for years, and it was tempting to use my talent to get even with him. But I had ruled against that kind of revenge, and I was determined to stick to it.Still, there is revenge and revenge, and stealing his oh-so-fuckable girlfriend out. Then he used his thumbs to open my flower, and began licking and sucking the inner folds. My lust was out of control now and I gripped the bed sheets and tossed my head in pleasure. I caught a glimpse of myself, and realized I had a nearly full view of our incestuous scene in the mirrored closet doors. I enjoyed watching us for a moment, reveling in the nasty, forbidden sight of a father licking his daughter's delicate young pussy. It was at this moment that Dad's lips clamped down on my. "I thought for a moment. "Bathing suits, no deal. Hell, I can see that in class, you know? How about a compromise?" She was intrigued."Like what?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Tell you what," she went on. " I will compromise. We'll pose in underwear. Not nude, not bathing suits. How's that?" Maybe. What kind of underwear? No long johns or something like that. Regular, normal underwear. Bra and panties for you. Jockey shorts for me. No funny business, OK?" I asked."I could do that..