He was on top of me and had me pinned to the floor, holding my wrists with his hands. I struggled as he teased me because I couldn't escape his grip. ...ohn leaned down to my face and kissed my lips. I kissed him back and called him an ass. He laughed at my comment and kissed me again. I stopped fighting and embraced his hold on me. He released one of my wrists and fondled my breast while we made out. Our concentration was broken when someone knocked on the door. John and I got off the floor. I. “I’m sorry, wrong number,” he covered.“Charles,” Jim was waving him into the office.“Pity, I bet she deserves it.”Like usual, Charles’s filter failed him. “Yea, little Miss Proper Lips.”“Well, I’m sure it will be different if she sees it from a different point,” the same even tone continued.“Charles.” His uncle waved again.“You said it brother! Wouldn’t be so proper if she had temptation in her face all day. She’d be less Miss Proper Lips, and more like little Miss Potty Lips. Sorry, as I said,. Tonight, though, is a public appearance that is sure to get us exposure to students, parents and faculty. We’re expecting everybody to be civilized, but I’ve been wrong before. Some kids can be just plain mean and petty.I’ve gotten over some pretty snotty, nasty remarks because I consider myself to be above that sort of thing now. I’m thinking about Deena and my husband.When we got to the school, the parking lot was almost full. We grabbed a spot. It was far from the front of the school, but. I moved my hips up and down a bit, savoring the light pressure his cock put on my skin until daddy took hold of my hips. “Lacey, um, that’s not a good idea baby.” I froze right there, not daring to move for what seemed like forever. Then I slid off of the chair onto my knees, facing him. “Did I make you hard daddy?” I whispered. I couldn’t even meet his gaze because my eyes were locked on the bulge his cock was making in his pants. “Oh, damn Lacey, I’m sorry I…” he was sputtering and trying.