" So, it is part of sex," she justified.I was speechless. She rearranged her clothing and kissed on my lips and whispered, "I love you."We kept quiet ...most of time. It was easier to do so in that dark alley but at other places where we would see each other in the faint light, it was difficult. Nishma didn't have any remorse on her face and neither was she embarrassed. My mind raced through all that transpired in the short span of 15 minutes or so. My perversions took a strong hold of me and. The woman meanwhile was working on his pants in a frenzied manner. His hand was between the woman's legs, when I saw him tear her flimsily thong off, discarding them to the floor. Then the woman lifted her left leg high in the air as the man eased his hips forward and moved his body up into hers.I watched that black guy lift the woman effortlessly off the ground with his first long stroke. He gave a great pleasure the woman as he entered her.But then I recognized her voice; as she begged him. “What the hell are you thinking?!?!?!” She is your own daughter!! My conscience screams at me , and then I I tell “Jiminy Cricket” to go to hell as I look over and see the gentle swell of her young breast showing just above the scoop hemline of her top! It only got worse when we pulled up in front of Amber’s and she came bounding down the dozen or so steps from the condo. Amber was about six inches taller than my daughter and definitely an early bloomer who had no idea that C cup boobs even. The next evening there was no pretence we showered together and as we stood under the running hot water my body on fire yet inside so nervous.There was no time to change my mind now. He was standing behind me soaping my back and then sliding his hands around me to soap my front. The soapy hands of his seemed so soft and natural, like silk as they danced over my body. At first just washing me, then soaping my breasts. Making my nipples harden under the warm spraying water. That feel of someone.