"No, no, no, no, no!" Samantha panicked as the liquid slid down the sides of the beaker and extinguished the flame coming from the Bunsen burner below...it. "What am I doing?” she asked out loud as she took off her safety gloves in order to remove her glasses and rub her eyes. "There is no way that I’ll be able to get this right by the time Mr. Jackson comes in."Samantha was supposed to conduct a private lab test with Mr. Jackson in order to bring up her chemistry grade before graduation. All of. ’ Stacy said as we walked toward the house. ‘Oh god! Oh please don’t say anything! Daddy has no idea it was me!’ I pleaded as I understood that she knew everything I had done. ‘You really think he doesn’t know that he has been fucking you? You were calling him Daddy while you two were going at it. By the way it was fucking hot listening to you guys thumping against the wall!’ She giggled. ‘He thinks that I am some stranger from the internet. I told him I would have sex but he could not see who. "Yeah? I enjoy doing this," he confessed. He kept rubbing as best as he could while sliding up her tank top to expose more of her skin. She had a small tattoo on her lower back of a flower, a memento of her wilder years. He traced the edges of the mark with his fingers and felt her muscles flex into his touch with a mix of satisfied encouragement and ticklish discomfort. Micheal began to use both hands to massage her muscles in the way he had learned she liked most after dozens of similar. ’ ‘No need, I’m on the pill.’ Tom needed no further persuasion, and he raised his body back up so that it was parallel with Layla’s. He watched the arousal in her amber eyes, probably the only emotion he had never seen reflected in them in the years he had known her. Then, he plunged into her. ‘Yes, Tom! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ He grunted as he pistoned rapidly into her, setting a strong and constant speed. At the same time, he kissed Layla, further building the fire of their passion. It was clear.