I just went wild. I started watching Daddy, and fantasizing about him. I really got turned on whenever I saw him. And he could tell, too. I got into p...ancing about the house half-naked... I'm sure you've noticed. And Daddy was watching me, too... he and I would flirt whenever Mom wasn't home. And then... once while Mom was at a dinner party, Daddy and I drank some wine together. And before long his hands were up my shirt and he was french-kissing me! God, I was so horny for him! He took me in. No, my clit is just very sensitive. She replied. I smile a little and bend her legs up. So that means I should be gentle, yes? She smiles and nods her head as I grab her hips slowly. I kiss her pussy lightly and she gulps. Yes. I nod my head slightly and take her advice. I lean forward and gently find her clit again. I start to write the alphabet in cursive on her clit. She immediately moans and moves her hands to her breasts to squeeze and pinch her big erect nipples. I move my tongue faster. “Come in,” I heard my principal’s voice. My principal, Mr. Wayne was thirty-seven years old, good looking man. There were rumors in the college, about the relationships of our principal with our biology teacher. Our biology teacher was a beautiful lady too, but I think boys in the college would have been masturbating more thinking about our French language teacher, because she has bigger boobs, and she was always exposing cleavage. In terms of boobs, I was in the hot list too. 34D size boobs. When I read the Bible I can't see any place where Jesus was into holding power over people, he seemed to be the very opposite. What brought that on?" I heard a church bell and thought I'd have a look at what went on. The priest talked about love and forgiveness."I was fine until he got to the forgiveness bit. How can I forgive the thugs who did this to me? I want justice, not forgiveness." Will you forgive your wife?"That stopped me. I actually stopped walking. I couldn't answer the question..