I stood looking at him in the moonlight coming through the windows. He was partially covered by the blanket but I looked at his muscular chest and arm...s and his sculpted face with the dark salt and pepper hair. He had a shadow of a beard and his blue eyes were closed.I slid in next to him and whispered, “Dad?”“Bekah? What’s wrong? You ok?”“No. I’m sad. Why do you not want me anymore?”“What? That’s crazy. Sweetheart you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I just don’t want to hurt you. You. It was a 7.5″ cock with 3″ thick. I have never seen anything like it before. It was full tight and ready for action.We started to feel each other, and wanted to explore. It was a strange feeling but I was enjoying every bit of it. I was completely wet by the acts of the Manjit. He was touching every part of mine and sucking my boobs very hard. He started to bite my boobs but instead of pain I was in pleasure. Ahhhhhhhhhh I moaned.Please Manjit, be caaaalmmmmm. I looovveeee uuuuuu.. Ahhhhh. I danced with him, grinded my hips and ass back on him like I wanted something more (maybe because I did). I bent over, felt his hands run up my back before going down to my waste. Those strong, calloused hands were touching me, and I loved every minute of it. I straightened back up, leaning back against him as I rolled my hips back into his, raising my hand up to curl my fingers around the back of his neck. His fingers slid down my thighs, my short skirt riding up higher as I moved, and with. I introduced myself to the class, and called roll as I usually did on the first day of class so that I could learn everybody’s name. I called all of them out, and checked them off as I went through the roster, but when I got to her name, Cassandra; I made an extra mark by it to remember it. When class was finished she picked up her stuff and left. This went on for over a month. Then one day, she came to me one day during class, and asked if she could speak to me after the lesson. “Sure, meet me.