“What’s her problem with me?” I asked.”It’s not you, it’s that you’re... Catholic,” she finally admitted, looking down at her lap.Now ...small Kansas towns are mostly Methodist or Baptist, but maybe a fifth of our little town were Catholic and to be honest, I’d never really encountered religious prejudice before. I had a really limited choice of Catholic girls my age, so I’d never particularly paid any attention to religion when I dated (though I had discovered that Baptist girls were the horniest. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched and felt his curious hands. The difference in our skin tones was striking, like the white and black of a chessboard. It made a very distinct line where I ended and he began. I liked it.The manly smell of his soap wafted up to my nostrils and the steamy heat helped me relax. Or rather it would have if I wasn’t being pampered by a Nubian god. I stood there and let him clean my body. His hands scrubbed my thighs and down my calves before slipping back up.. I slowly went to her house and came via the back door and climbed to the first floor and I saw that man fucking malini and I was stunned to see it. She was mourning and enjoying it. Then I went home and they were having sex till 4 then that guy took his car and went.My mind started to think in all directions but it was Rajesh’s so I controlled myself and the next day I saw malini she was wearing a sleeve less t-shirt where her whole asset is visible seeing that I can’t bear it and decided to. Later, I was in our local bus traveling all the way to my home from my work.While I was tepping out from the bus I watch behind me there was a tall dark man standing behind me and staring at me. Maine bhi piche dekha and fuckkk he was my bf’s daddy. I stepped out along with me he also stepped out.It was 1 am and no one was out in the roadside nor in locality. Suddenly he camera towards me and asked me “Tum pri***** ho na??? , I know maine tumhare calls aur msgs dekhe hai ******* ke phone mai”..