India was maturing so beautifully, it was hard not to take extended gazes at her when she wasnât looking. He hoped his ogling wasnât as noticeable as it felt, but he couldnât help it. He had to memorize every tantalizing detail in order to put it into words later on. Like how Indiaâs generous cleavage made even his teeth sweat when she would lean over her plate to take a bite of her dinner in her tight V-neck tee shirts. Or the way her jeans seemed painted to her supple curves leaving the taught, creamy flesh of her belly exposed for his wild imagination. How the sexy sway of her hips when she walked away with the dirty table dishes could charm a vicious, spitting cobra into the calmness of Gandhi in meditation. Or how her jet black hair seemed made of silk when it shone under the over head lights and the intoxicating scent of her perfume filled his nostrils with the spicy sweet scent of cinnamon and roses. Girls had never looked so tasty when he was growing up, and the fact that this was his own daughter, the most forbidden of forbidden fruits, didnât help matters in the least. His darling little peach, or so he liked to call her now, was even fun to talk to. Charming and even a bit sassy at times, he would spend hours by the fireplace just telling her about his day. No matter how crappy things had been at work, heâd always felt better after laughing the night away with her. On numerous occasions, after Sidda had gone off to bed of course, heâd tell her about the few pointless dates he had been on since becoming a single man again. Surprising enough for a seventeen-year-old, sheâd actually given him some pretty damn good advice and helped get him into dating scene with relative ease. It was only mildly embarrassing, but the truth was, at some point during all 6 of the blind dates his buddies had set him up with, he had never once failed to think: âWhat would my Peach think of you?â Even to this day, he hadnât taken care of âbusinessâ because every time the opportunity arose, he could hear Indiaâs answer, spoken in her usual blunt, but tender manner: âMindless bimbo, Daddy. Donât even waste your time.â He would immediately loose interest knowing that she was right. For some reason, the vacuous eye candy he had been dating left him empty, drained and in desperate need of his daughterâs invigorating company.Then there was the Catherine situation. India had never questioned him about his now ex-wife, if you could have called her a wife in the first place. Joseph knew Sidda silently blamed him for the divorce, and he could understand that. Hell, he even expected it for she had not taken the news well. But India was older and knew from experience that her mother was never happy. India had been there for the yelling matches and the constant slamming or breaking of various objects. Even the happy addition of Siddalee into their family couldnât change stubborn Catherineâs bleak outlook on life. India had heard her motherâs callous ranting about being meant for âbetter thingsâ. She didnât even shed a tear when Catherine turned down partial custody and even visiting rights with her daughterâs. Sidda had been one year old and was inconsolable for weeks.For Joseph, it had been good riddance. He would never forgive the way Catharine made Indiaâs crystal blue eyes gleam with tears as she loudly proclaimed her eldest daughter useless at three years old. India would rush into Siddaleeâs room and calm her as their mother blamed the both of them for ruining her life. Completely ignoring Siddaleeâs fearful, helpless screams, Catherine would yell over her to make sure India heard every word she had to say. It amazed Joseph that India survived her mother with very little counseling and a virtually unbroken spirit. Needless to say, Joseph knew the addition of an incestuous father to an unloving, bitter mother would definitely test Indiaâs strength, so he chose to expel his erotic thoughts on paper. As long as he kept his naughty journal inaccessible to anyone but himself he was safe. What India didnât know wouldnât hurt her, and he had no intentions of letting her find out.His staunch defense and iron will began to crumble beginning one laundry day when he went to collect the dirty clothes from the hampers in the girlsâ rooms. He had developed a rather perverse, but simply uncontrollable habit of sniffing Indiaâs panties before putting them in the laundry basket. The sweet, baby powder smell of his own sultry little Peach always sent his hormones raging and gave him a good reason to look forward to an otherwise loathsome chore. Filtering through the endless pile of fashionable clothes, Joseph found a delicate pair of pink cotton bikinis. He raised them to his nose and took a deep languorous breath. But this time, instead of baby powder, he caught the familiar scent of ..... sex? Shocked and alarmed, Joseph looked into the crotch line of her panties and there he found a pinkish-red smear unlike the spots he sometimes found during that time of the month. Guessing that this was virginâs blood mixed with the remnants of some punk kidâs jizz, he had to take a seat on Indiaâs neatly made up bed to stop his spinning head.His girl wasnât a girl anymore. She was a young woman now, and he became almost crazed. Someone he hadnât even met defiled his daughter and the bastard probably didnât even show her a good time! What could a high school kid know about pleasing his lover? They were only after one thing and once they had their fun, the girl was of no concern anymore. He knew the drill, Joseph had done it himself back in his day before finding the true pleasure in making a woman cum for him. Now he had a burning need to know how sex had been for his India. Had it hurt? Was he gentle? Did she think she was in love? My God, had they used protection??? His unanswered questions were maddening. He would have to approach her when a private opportunity presented itself or go insane imagining the worst possibilities.In a daze, he shoved the soiled panties into the basket along with the rest of her dirty clothes. No matter how hard he tried to loose himself in his task, the mental image of Wanna-be Don Juan molesting his daughter played over and over in his mind as he finished the laundry. He glanced down at his watch. Seeing that he still had an hour before the girlâs would be home from soccer practice, he decided to go to the gym and release his frustrations on weights and a sturdy punching bag before starting dinner. *****************Dinner was well on itâs way when Sidda and India came crashing through the door making their usual boisterous entrance. Joseph heard them from the kitchen as he finished washing the remnants of the salad he had just made from his hands. Masking his disheveled mind behind a cheery smile he dried his hands, put the salad in the refrigerator and went to greet his girls.To his surprise, Joseph saw three instead of two teens dropping their backpacks by the door and hanging up their coats. He caught the stranger smiling secretively at India. Joseph could swear he saw the kid wink just before he noticed âthe fatherâ had entered the room. India looked up, an obvious blush reddening her cheeks guiltily.âHey Daddy.â greeted India with a nervous smile.âWelcome home honey. Who is your new friend?â he asked watching the guyâs eyes lower to his daughterâs rear end as she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.When he met Josephâs suspicious glare, the kid flashed an innocent smile, but it wasnât enough to hide the greedy lust in his eyes. Josephâs blood boiled knowing that this pervert had to be Indiaâs new lover.âOh this is Derek. Heâs my lab partner in Science and he came over so we could work on our project. Itâs due on Monday,â India informed casually. Joseph could hardly keep from throwing up. He was sure that he had used the study date excuse before. Joseph received his hug and kiss from Sidda and then held his hand out to Derek in false politeness.âNice to meet you Derek,â he lied.âYou too, sir,â said Derek with a firm hand shake and another nauseating smile. Joe turned to his girls.âDonât forget to put your uniforms in the laundry room. Dinnerâs in a half and hour.ââOkay Dad,â they chimed as the trio bounded up the stairs. Derek and India went off to her room and shut the door behind them. Sidda went to her own, leaving the two love birds completely alone. Josephâs first reaction was to get his screw driver and remove Indiaâs bedroom door all together, but then he thought better of such rash behavior. If they were brave enough to try anything with him around, it would be traumatizing and much more effective if he caught them in the act. Joseph spent the next agonizing 30 minutes setting up the dinner table trying to ignore the muffled conversation and feminine giggling.Slamming the plates and glasses into their places, Joseph noticed silence coming from upstairs.
If they were studying then he was the Queen of England. Knowing he hadnât even been to England let alone become itâs ruler, he tossed the last of the silverware haphazardly around the table and bounded up the stairway at a time. Stopping just short of Indiaâs door, he crept up to the small opening.Joseph could see the bed clearly. He fumed at the scene before him. Derrick was sitting on the edge with India on his lap. She had the front of her shirt hiked up and Derrickâs face was berried in her tits. While one hand squeezed the left, his other hand held her right plump breast steady in his face and his grotesque tongue lapped at Indiaâs tender pink nipple. Their pants were on but he could see Derricks zipper open and the bulged in his boxers was unmistakable. Why wasnât he rushing into this room right now? He should be dragging that prick down the stairs by his hair!! Kicking his horny little ass out the fucking door!! But the dirty side of Joseph knew he wouldnât stop them just yet. His cock was stirring and his heart was racing as he watched the ends of Indiaâs hair dance on the tops of her apple shaped ass cheeks when her head fell back.To her audienceâs delight, India completely removed her shirt. The curve of her smooth tapered back was all Joseph could see before Derrick stood from the bed, holding India locked around his waist. One quick toss and India was on her back with Derrick eagerly climbing on top of her. He started removing her pants.Warning sirens went off in Josephâs lust deranged mind. It was time to stop this, but how could he go busting into Indiaâs room with his arousal so incredibly obvious? India was clad only in her hot little panties now. She was lounged across the bed with a look of confusion etched on her beautiful face and her almost naked form was a buffet for Josephâs hungry gaze. But when he watched Derrick crawl in between his daughterâs legs, bare cock in hand, Joseph finally sprang into action.âWHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??â he bellowed as he slammed the door wide open.Derrick practically stumbled onto the floor in his shock and scurried to pull up his pants as he looked to Joseph with terror. India reached over and quickly grabbed a corner of her comforter, covering herself in surprise. She sat up quickly and looked right to the floor with a guilty flush to her cheeks.âOh my God! Shit! Sir, Iâm so sorry sir. Oh man!â Derrick apologized pathetically.âGo home,â Joseph demanded without taking his eyes from Indiaâs downcast face. Tears ran down her cheeks, but Josephâs stern demeanor didnât soften in the least. Needing no further encouragement, Derrick grabbed his things, sprinted down the stairs, and dashed out the front door. Before saying anything to India, Joseph took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The white-knuckled fists at his sides released turning flesh colored again, and when he finally unclenched his jaw the muscles were sore from the force of his bottled up wrath. He didnât want to yell at his daughter. She knew he was upset and she was obviously mortified which had been Josephâs intent in the first place. The enraged entrance had been a show to scare the crap out of Derrick and he had succeed marvelously at that as well.âWhat on earth did you think you were doing?â he asked quietly, not really knowing where to start. âI donât know,â she admitted with a wavering, tiny voice. Joseph had never seen his little peach like this. She seemed so small and broken. He sat next to her on the bed. Putting a hand under her chin, he lifted her gaze to meet his own. Her eyes were rimmed in red and puffy with tears as she sniffled.âI think you do. Why didnât you tell me you were sexually active?â he asked delicately. India looked away in exasperation.âOh come on daddy. Like I could just say âOh yeah, by the way dad, I got laid.â You would have gone crazy and locked me in my room like Rapunzel or something!â she insisted, knowing she was just in her defense.Joseph knew damn good and well she was right. This was one of the moments he wished there was a mother in their lives. Having two teenage girls was hard enough, but not having a feminine presence to help with such things as menstruation and sex made things awkward for everyone. âI know honey, but you have to be smart about these things. Why werenât you using protection? And I expect a certain amount of respect. I wonât allow you to do things like that in this house, understand?ââYes daddy,â India agreed, and sat quietly awaiting her punishment. Joseph hugged his girl to his chest sympathetically. It was his own fault really for never sitting his daughters down for âthe talk.â He felt more comfortable leaving it to the school system to explain things and it seemed to have worked. But by not giving his express views and rules about sex, he had left them free to figure discover the true right and wrong of it on their own. Making a mental note to remedy this situation as soon as possible, Joseph smiled warmly at his daughter.âGood. Well um . . . weâll talk more on this later, okay? Iâm starving arenât you?â he asked lightheartedly changing the subject. India nodded, a weak smile forming behind the last of her tears. âGreat! Get dressed and tell your sister dinner is ready,â he told her before going downstairs to pull it from the oven. Once the door was shut behind him, India breathed a sigh of intense relief. She dropped the covers and found where Derrick had tossed her pants to the floor. Slipping them back on, she contemplated what to do next.All she had ever wanted was some experience. With everything she read and learned through talk, she still wanted to see what it was like for real. Ever since finding her fatherâs secret key and what it was hiding, she was hell bent on finding ways to please him in bed so when the time came to be with him, he wouldnât be disappointed. So much had changed since that night, she hardly recognized herself anymore.She remembered going for a drink of water one late night and passing by Josephâs door, she saw the lights still on. Finding this strange at such an hour, she snuck up to her fatherâs door and took a peek through the crack. She was hurt when she found him scribbling furiously in a notebook. He always told her everything, why hadnât he ever mentioned a journal?The next night she spied on him when she was supposed to be asleep in bed. She felt as if she might be invading her fatherâs privacy when she witnessed him play with himself after making his entry. But she knew once he was finished he would be out cold and she desperately wanted to know what he was writing in that book. Once he was safely snoring away, she snuck into his room and easily retrieved the key from under his pillow.To say she was shocked by the journalâs contents would be the understatement of the year. However, once the initial reaction wore off she was left with a sense of wonder and flattery. It never occurred to her be offered by her fatherâs affections because she loved him so unconditionally. They had always been close and when she envisioned her future husband, he was always just like daddy. Discovering his true feelings was like discovering the teacher she always had a crush on wanted her too. When she finished the entire collection of fantasies and compliments, she placed the journal back in itâs drawer and returned the key to itâs rightful place. Her father had been none the wiser. Now that she knew what was really bothering him, she felt determined to show her daddy that age was nothing but a number and their blood made no difference with the lights out. The only thing she wanted was to make her father happy again. If that meant making love to him, then By God, she would do it and with great pleasure. But not until she learned a few things about the real mechanics of sex.It was then she had decided to loose her virginity to Derrick in the name of carnal knowledge. Sheâd met him in her advanced science class. He wasnât much older, only two years, but it was a start. Meeting him in his room one night after sneaking out of her own, the clumsy Derrick had served his purpose and India went home more confused than ever.What was the big deal? A little huffing, a few pumps followed by some minor pain and it was over. Thinking she had to be missing something, she invited Derrick over to study hoping sheâd have a chance to give it another go. As she pulled her tee shirt over her head, she realized how stupid she had been. She should have just given herself to daddy in the first place. After all, itâs him she wanted to please and what could be better than hands on training? Set in her new task, India went to Siddaâs room to retrieve her for dinner. The entire meal had been nerve-racking. India pushed her food around on her plate trying to figure out a way to tempt her father into giving in to his needs. She listened half heartedly to the routine conversation about the day and only threw in her own comments when asked directly. Joseph thought India was still upset by the earlier incident, but he didnât want to bring up the subject in front of Sidda. After eating very little, India excused herself and went up to her room. Joseph felt that there were deeper issues involved with his daughterâs experience and he knew he had to help her. But how was he going to sit through the explicit details of his Peachâs sex life and not get squeamish, or worse yet, turned on? Joseph decided to take a day or so to prepare himself before bringing it up again.Choosing to wash the dinner dishes himself, he sent Sidda happily to her room to finish typing out her school report before she went to sleep. He heard nothing from India the rest of the night and was hurt when she didnât show up for their nightly chit-chat time together. It was probably for the best. They both needed time to think anyway. After watching some TV, Joseph went to check on the girls.Finding both of them sound asleep, he went to his room and got ready for bed. His journal entry was chaste that night. Instead of the usual explicit thoughts and pornographic rambling, it was filled with questions and worries about India.
Things were changing rapidly and he was exhausted from trying to adjust. Locking up his journal, he crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling in thought for a good hour before finally drifting off.Awhile later, his dreams were interrupted by a knock. He rolled over and looked at the bright red digital numbers on his alarm clock. Three in the morning. His eyebrows raised in groggy confusion.âCome in . . .â The door opened and India quietly stepped into the room. Joseph sat up and turned the lamp on by his night stand. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were wide with what appeared to be terror.âWhat wrong, Peach?â he asked with concern.âDaddy . . . I had a nightmare,â India explained in a whimper. âCan I sleep with you?âShe was trembling and although he wanted to comfort her any way he could, her attire alone was enough to get his blood pumping. Clad in a mid-length white baby doll nightgown, she was the picture of innocence and helplessness and all too tempting to his raging libido. He wondered if she had on the panties to match.But in the end, his fatherly need to sooth her over took his hormones and he pulled covers aside with a loving smile. Flashing him a grateful smile in return, India slid into bed next to him and laid her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and shut off the light as she cuddled herself up along the left side of his body.âDonât worry, sweetheart. Daddyâs here. Go back to sleep now,â he encouraged with a soft whisper and it wasnât long before he could feel her heavy rhythmic breath through the small patch of curly hair on his chest. Only after India rolled over onto her other side did Joseph finally breathe a little easier. Conjuring pure, abstinate thoughts, Joseph watched his daughter as she slept with knees tucked up near her belly. She was like an angel lying next to him. Her soft jet black hair was sprawled across the pillow and he could see her form rise and fall in peaceful sleep. Rolling toward her, he closed his eyes and began to drift off again.India stirred in her sleep, scooting her back against Josephâs front. His eyes shot wide open and his heart stopped in mid beat. The heat from her tender body singed his skin and itâs intoxicating fresh young scent made him break out in a cold sweat as he tried not to move. The moonlight shining in from the partially opened vertical blinds glistened on the curve of Indiaâs exposed waist as it disappeared under the covers. Joseph swallowed hard. Indiaâs nightgown had moved upward with her shifting and Josephâs heart pumped again as he remembered how to breathe. Now it thumped wildly against his rib cage as his lust grew to monstrous proportions. His cock was alive and pulsing in his boxers, gently nudging itself against his daughterâs backside and Joseph was steadily loosing control. All the blood had rushed to feed his massive hard on and he went dizzy with years of pent up sexual frustration. Putting some space between them, he reached under the covers and carefully and pulled his erection free of itâs confines intending to jack off furiously. But when the plump purple head of his dick brushed against Indiaâs smooth bare ass, Josephâs will shattered into a million pieces. The idea that his innocent little peach had climbed into her daddyâs bed with no panties on sent his passions into overdrive and he was lost forever. Slowly he wrapped an arm around his daughterâs petite waist and pulled her cool ass against his hot ridged organ.Joseph slid his fingers slowly across her belly and up under the front of her nightgown. Cupping one firm round tit in his hand, he squeezed and rubbed her nipple against his palm until it hardened and then rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Although her eyes were shut, India was actually wide awake and was now marveling at how turned on she was. Based on previous experience, she had decided only guys could really enjoy sex. But if any man needed a good roll in the hay it was her father, and knowing he would never make a move on his own, India concocted a plan to seduce him for his own good. Much to her delighted surprise, she felt feverish and moist between her thighs. She decided to stop pretending and show her daddy that she liked what he was doing to her.Joseph inhaled sharply thinking himself caught as Indiaâs eyes fluttered open. When he tried to take his hand away, India caught it and placed it back over her sensitive breast. Then she reached behind and grasped her daddyâs thick shaft in her delicate fingers and stroked it seductively. âPlease donât stop. Itâs okay, daddy . . . . I like it,â she admitted.Joseph was stunned at first, but with such encouragement, Joseph happily threw his worries out the window and licked at Indiaâs earlobe. He didnât care how it happened. He only knew he wanted her more than anything else in the world and she had just given him permission to take her. âI have to know something first,â he said in a deep raspy voice that sent goose bumps over Indiaâs skin.âWhat?â âDid he make you cum?ââNo.âWith that, Joseph slipped his left arm under her pillow and bent Indiaâs swan-like neck to his lips. He could feel her pulse quicken against his snaking tongue while he kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple just to hear her gasp. India placed her daddyâs cock against the crack of her ass and rubbed it as she rolled her hips like a belly dancer. Joseph breathed heavily against her neck making India shiver with delight. Joseph reached around with his pillow arm and draped it over Indiaâs shoulder laying it diagonally across her chest. He tweaked both her nipples simultaneously until they pebbled and then squeezed and groped her breasts with greedy abandon. Slowly, He ran his right hand down her abdomen and palmed her smooth shaved mound. India arched against him to allow him better access and Joseph pushed his fat, rubbery cock between her thighs. Holding it against the slick folds of his daughterâs pussy, He rocked his hips back and forth and stroked her clit with the lip of his plump head.India writhed in his arms. The juices of her arousal spread along daddyâs solid shaft. Her clit was the throbbing center of her ecstasy and as she moved her hips in time with his rhythmic thrusts, she felt an ache growing low in her belly. She began to pant and her chest heaved with desire. Near to bursting, Joseph stopped his thrusting motions and reached behind India. Gently, He slipped his fore and middle fingers into her sopping wet pussy while He continued to play with her perky teenage tits.The walls of her hot pink hole pulsed around him and Joseph cock grew even harder with every whimpering groan that escaped her lips. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and she began to tremble. Encouraged by this, Joseph picked up the pace little by little, rubbing the ridges of her g-spot as He finger fucked his precious daughter. âDoes it feel good?â He crooned into her ear.âOh yes daddy,â she answered breathlessly.He began turning his wrist side to side, rolling his fingers inside her. When He felt her pussy quiver in response, He pinched her right nipple and slowly pulled it outward while He continued to finger her relentlessly.âDo you want my cock inside you?ââOh yessss . . .â she moaned, even more aroused by the use of dirty language.Joseph pulled his fingers out, and grabbed his dick. He placed itâs head at the entrance to his daughterâs desperate pussy. Slowly, his slipped it inside of her. His eyes rolled back into his head. Already, her sweet velvety cunt was sending him into madness. He couldnât hold out much longer.âDo you want to cum for Daddy?â He whispered hotly.âOh yes daddy, make me cum for you!â she pleaded.Joseph plunged his cock deep into his daughter and she cried out so loudly, He slipped a finger into her mouth to keep her from waking Sidda. He felt her pussy stretching around him and He gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Once she started erotically sucking his finger, Joseph began to pump. Her tight slick sheath felt like heaven and He wanted to savor her for as long as He could. Slowly, He drew himself out and then rammed his steel rod back inside all the way up to his balls. Over and over He pounded his Peach from behind, grunting and panting as his balls tightened and his cock burned within her. The sweat was now soaking the sheets and He could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around him.âThatâs right, little peach. Cum all over daddyâs balls,â He urged with a deep guttural voice.Her fatherâs words sent India right over the edge and her orgasm flowed over her entire body, wave after thick electric wave. As her finger muffled cries echoed in Josephâs ears, her juices gushed onto his nut sac. The walls of her cunt milked and squeezed him until finally, He pulled out and came in grunting satisfaction all over his daughterâs ass and onto the sheets between them. Joseph flopped onto his back and panted for breath.Disregarding the mess, India rolled back over and cuddled up to her daddyâs chest again, catching her own breath. Never had she imagined sex could be like that. She actually felt giddy in her afterglow. A large grin played across her lips. The moment was only slightly awkward, but she couldnât help herself.âHey daddy?ââYes honey?â He answered, starring down at her in amazement. She looked up at him so He could see her grin.âI thought you said you wouldnât allow me to do things like that in this house . . .â she retorted with a giggle.Joseph grinned broadly. Leaning over, He covered her sassy mouth with his lips and kissed her passionately. He slipped his tongue inside and drew hers out, sucking on it gently. She moaned softly. Lingering for just a moment longer, He pulled away and looked into her smoldering glazed eyes.âA lot of things have changed, and we definitely need to talk. But not now . . . goodnight, Peach.ââGoodnight Daddy,â she answered, stifling a yawn.Joseph reached over and turned his alarm on, then sank down into the pillows clothing India tightly against him. India was already well on her way to slumber land when He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. The smile was still on his face and Joseph fell asleep that night, happier than He had been in a long, long time. ***********His eyes fluttered open. Joseph stretched languorously and glanced over at the clock. There was still 20 minutes before his alarm when off, but couldnât go back to sleep. All the nightâs activities came rushing back to him and He reached over, placing his hands on an empty pillow. He sat up immediately concerned. There was no way last night had been a dream, the remnants of their love making had formed a crust over most of his sheets.He breathed a sigh of relief when He heard the shower going in the background. Falling back against the pillow He sprawled out on the bed and smiled. So his wildest fantasies had come true. What happens now? His smile slowly fell away. Millions of problems and concerns troubled his mind. Thinking it would never happen, He never really concerned himself with consequences. Now that it was reality, He didnât quite know what to do.India came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large terry cloth towel. Her already black hair looked even darker in it wetness as it clung to her bound, pushed up breasts. She was practically glowing with secret satisfaction as she smiled warmly at her father.âGood morning Daddy. Donât worry, Iâll wake up Sidda and get her ready for school. You just clean up and Iâll meet you downstairs for breakfast,â she said as she walked over to the bed and kissed him on the cheek. Then she sauntered out the door and went to her own room to get dressed. Dazed and confused by her carefree manner, Joseph climbed out of bed and headed for his bathroom. As He washed up, He wondered if India had even thought about the seriousness of their new sexual relationship. After He was squeaky clean again, He jumped out and dried off.Tossing the towel onto the floor, He finished getting ready for work and went downstairs. Already He could smell the bacon sizzling in the pan and his stomach growled hungrily. Maybe He was making a big deal out of nothing. India was an intelligent woman. She had to know that she couldnât tell anyone about what they did, and why would she want to? Deciding to take things one day at a time, Joseph greeted Sidda at the table with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and sat down to eat his breakfast.
