Just from what I'd seen on the news, heard around school, around the dinner table, what I'd thought, I could go on and on about this. Heck, I could wr...te a book on what little I knew. Me, Val Hendrix, lowly high school senior.Mrs. Murphy came up to my desk and I handed her my papers. "I didn't finish," I said."The same could be said about History, Mr. Hendrix. Have a good day."She continued going from desk to desk, collecting final exams.Lunch was my next period. The girls had lunch the period. My heart was beating in high level. I don’t know what to do. My pussy was oozing liquids. I was speech less to his act. I could not utter a single word against him. First I thought to resist him. But my hand was not moving. I felt that my body wants to enjoy the new feeling, even though he was my own father. He could realize that I was also enjoying his touches. So he got courage and started squeezing them hard. He put his next hand on my right boob. He massaged and pressed the boobs upon the. I felt the pulse in my cock as it began to throb from her sensual touch. I tossed my head back and let Misty assault my sexual organ. She flicked the tip of my cock several times before wrapping her lips over it and sucking. Her lips felt so hot over my elongated tip. As she sucked my hard head, her hand began to stroke me. Up, down, up down, I felt her fingers glide over every ridge that made up my erection. She set her own rhythm. A rhythm that not only satisfied me, but also her as. Elizabeth, who was some ten years younger than Maria and also divorced, was a high-powered businesswoman who sometimes worked from home but was often away at conferences or meetings. In normal circumstances, Maria worked on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays but that could change should Elizabeth be working from home on one of those days.About four years ago Maria had worked on a Tuesday at Elizabeth's request but Elizabeth's then seventeen-year-old son James did not know that and Maria caught.