“Sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ms. Roth? Or should I call you ‘Principal’ Roth now?” I smiled, feeling a bit disarmed b... the former vice-principal who had saved my hide and put that asshole in jail where he belonged.“How about Samantha, Sammie, or just Sam? You won’t be one of my students much longer and I owe you ... big-time,” she told me with a very friendly smile.“You owe me? Are you sure that I don’t owe you something, for saving my ass?” I countered.“Okay, we’ll. I did not have an exact plan of action, I just sort of acted instinctively. I admit, in the two weeks since I had seen dad on the bed, jerking off, I hadn't thought of any way to create a ruse to reenact his arousal, to allow his reaction to be resurrected if you will, to raise the rearing rod in my direction. You get the idea. I didn't know how to institute any situation that might let dad make a pass at me, or visa versa. I wanted it to include the chance that he could back down, if he. I open the door to let us in I told him thank you for helping with the bags, to sit down and I’d make him a cup of coffee or if he wanted something stronger. He said he’e like something stronger so I made him a whiskey on the rocks and brought it to him I tought that I couldn’t let this chance go by I let my tit rub up against his arm by accident but he noticed my move and put his are around my waist and brought me into his arms, he kissed me real softly at first with his lips than with his. In the privacy of my office, I watched them get ready to fuck and the sound was good even over the phone.I knew I had gone a little too far with my sarcasm and Debbie was on edge. “I tell you he knows something. I can tell,” Debbie said.“Fuck him. Even if he suspects something, he can’t prove a thing. He’s where he always is, at work like my wife. They are too fucking stupid to know that while they work while we fuck,” Tom said laughing. “Don’t you love the fact that their hard work is paying.