But I think Doug is right and you all need to think about losing them forever, which will be like cutting a piece of you off, or accepting that parent... are human and can do the wrong thing for the right reasons." I explained. Then I continued, "Look, maybe I am not saying this right. I think they felt guilty about the rape, about the fact that it was a relative and they did not know how to react or what to do! So they tried to protect you by preventing anyone from having access to you!"Doug. What do you think?”“You can’t go wrong with jeans.”“Jeans?” she was disappointed.“Well I don’t know,” I backed down, before I could add what had flitted into my mind: about a chain and padlock for a belt, with me having the key. “What about asking Alice?”“Good idea!” she went and got her phone, then came back and straddled me on my chair, facing me. My senses surged as her thighs and pelvis settled on me, and my overworked cock began to struggle into life, while she proudly selected Alice from. He was smitten.----The next few times Milo saw Teresa in class, he could sense a new level of awareness between them. She would give him little smiles here and there and their eye contact was more frequent and would sometimes linger. Then he went to class one Wednesday afternoon and Teresa was missing. There was a substitute teacher, an Einstein-looking dude with wild hair and a wrinkled white shirt and tie. He explained that Teresa would be out for a while and he would be filling in.After. I did as I was told, slightly turned on by being told what to do. I felt her stroke up and down my legs, before spreading my cheeks and squirting lube onto by anus. As she did so she slowly massaged my anus with a finger, before slipping it in gently. At first my anus resisted, but there was enough lube that it slipped in easily enough. She started to finger me rhythmically before slipping a second finger in and upping the pace. The feeling was amazing. I started to arch my back a bit, pushing.