I particularly like to get behind her in the kitchen when I came in, dropping my pants and lifting her skirt up around her waist, to rub my rigid pric... between her panties covered ass cheeks, when she would leanon the counter, pushing her butt back at me, her knees slightly bent, and then I would ease my horny cock up her panty leg into her wet pussy, hold her by her hips and fuck her until I shot my load into her belly. I'd tell her when I was going to cum into her, and she'd use her cunt. She took it in her hand, feeling its power. With her tongue, she slowly licked from the bottom to the top, running it around the head. His hands rested on her, slowly guiding her. She took his cock into her mouth, sucking slowly. In and out, his cock was subjected to the softness of her lips and the rage of her tongue. Her hand slowly and rhythmically stroked his cock as her lips continued to move up and down on it. His hips began moving in time with her motions. She knew he was close to. "I never told you why he started to molest me, or why I never told anyone before now. After what you did for me and mom today, I think you should know." I almost opened my mouth to tell her she didn't owe me anything, but the flash of anger in her eyes stopped me. "I used to keep a diary. I kept all of my personal and private thoughts in it. Dad found it one day, and read it. When I got home, he confronted me about some of the... things, I'd written in it. Things about you."I was baffled. What. I didn’t get a phone call. It wasn’t on the local news or even in the paper. I came home one day and found a message on my answering machine telling me when I started. It wasn’t exactly a magical hiring notice. ‘What I remember is how much work I had to put in to feel I was doing the job I was hired for. I had to do a lot of reading and review. I had to decide what to put in my courses and what to leave out. I had to develop tests and figure out how I would get them graded. I had to decide how.