It was a strong, heavy, masculine smell. It was so, so sexy. I had my face pressed into Jack's enormous, hairy scrotum and I was drunk on it.I watched...it all from the floor our bed; Jack taking, ravishing my beautiful wife Anna. Now as I write this down, certain things come back to me clearly, some are a blur, like a dream. But with this panic and dread came a huge joy, at finding myself, my true place, at seeing my beloved Anna truly, deeply pleasured, at seeing her so deliriously in lust and. " she said."Not really what?" I scolded again."Not really Miss Tribadoux" she said."Ill show you. Get on your hands and knees." She hesitated. "DO IT NOW." I said with some force. She did as instructed."Now scoot back under the desk." She did until her ass met wood. "Good."I pulled the chair up and sat down, pulling my skirt up as I did, exposing the nude colored pantyhose to the waist. I brought the chair as close as I could, opened the center drawer, Penny ducked her head as I did. I pulled. You can go bare arsed for today, and every time you feel a draught on your pussy, you can think of me!? I giggled. She blushed deliciously, then smoothed her skirt down without further comment. I watched her with amusement for the rest of the morning. Every now and then she would glance across at me, her face would colour and I knew she was thinking about my tongue or cock being buried in her hot snatch. At lunch time I stayed behind in class, then sat back in her seat and watched as she. This was odd that my father would not be at work on a weekday. A moment later my father emerged from the hallway. I went over and sat 
down on the couch beside my mother. She was nervously twirling her beautiful hair."Billy Joe your father and I have been talking," my mother explained. "I told your father about what happened a couple of weeks ago between you and I," she went on. I searched my fathers face for signs of anger, or disgust. Instead I saw sheepish grin. My mother slipped her.