When they had returned to the Jenson’s, they had made it in time for lunch, then had retired to the parlor to relax. John had decided to read the ne...spaper, but Anita wryly noted that his average weekend newspaper invariably resulted in a nap.Anita still felt a tingle thinking about how John had balled the hell out of her in the back of the Jeep. Dressing, she had simply tied her blouse up under her breasts without buttoning it. John had missed the hint and gone to sleep anyway. Hearing a. Constant, unyielding.You know that saying, "Time heals all wounds"? It's a lie.If it wasn't the pain of Jenny's absence from my life, it was the guilt. The guilt of knowing what I had done, of knowing the pain that I caused her. That I made her live out the childhood trauma of her sick, disgusting upbringing. The fact that I brought even a glimpse of that into the life of her sweet, innocent daughter. I was real human scum and the knowledge of that tore at me every day.Deep in my own thoughts,. Should she have pulled those knickers down? Sophie’s mind, and her fingers, had been working overtime during the last twenty-four hours. She had imagined gently kissing the beautiful bottom, and her sex through the gusset before tracing her tongue along the moist line. Another time she imagined pulling the panties down and parting the red cheeks before tasting the tangy little anus she imagined being hidden. She couldn’t find anything dirty about Pippa. Sophie pulled down her panties and. ” “Very.” It was hard to be lucid as her foot massaged me. “Tell me,” Elena began, “what did you think of me when I was your teacher? Did you fantasize about me? What did you fantasize about?” I tried to relax and appear as mature as Elena had pegged me, but there was no doubt that my mind was reeling with a single thought – Miss Forbes is rubbing my cock. “I fantasized about you coming to my bedroom, taking my clothes off and… playing with me.” “Sounds like Teacher Petting to me.” Elena.