Daddy was on top of me grunting and panting like a mad man then he told me :pookie im gonna cum! im gonna cum!!!!!!!"I felt this hot liquid shoot into...me and that made me cum again even though i wasnt done cumming the first time. This time i was clawing at Daddys back because this was too much for me to handle. Daddy was moaning louder than me and he just kept cumming and cumming i didnt think he was gonna stop anytime soon. After a few more hot spurts daddy collasped on top of my body while i. But, if I was being honestwith myself, I was loving it.Sarah seemed to be reading my mind. She looked into my eyes and saw mysexual fantasies. She seemed intuitively to know exactly what to do withme. What to do to make me squirm with erotic humiliation; how to make mego weak-kneed with lust and desire.What made it so much better was that she wanted it too.I felt more in love with her than ever - Sarah, my business partner, mybest friend, my beautiful fianc?, but now, my Mistress. My mind. It seemed to work, pieces of cloth began to assemble into something resembling a blouse. I was amazed, I uttered not one unfeminine word during the entire process, the blouse was finished and all that remained was to sew on the buttons.I should have known better, it was just too easy. The machine worked perfectly, the operator didn't. I lined up the front of the blouse to place the buttons and the ruffle was off a good four inches on either side of the blouse. I swear I matched all the foolish. ” Quickly I put both hands on my desk, sat up and closed my legs. The teacher started to give us instructions on what would be our homework assignments but I was too busy trying not to scream out. My orgasm was rushing through me – even though I wasn’t touching myself. I tried my hardest not to move or create a scene but my body wasn’t cooperating. I started moving my legs back and forth, grinding in my chair and breathing harder. Then the bell rang. Girls gathered their things and starting.