She got to her locker, it was positioned right outside my classroom door by some cruel joke of fate. The students in the hall watched her walk. It was...morning routine that no one in the school bothered to stop. Particularly not me. It took her seconds to put in the combination that everyone could practically recite. She was gleefully the center of attention. I stood propping my door open watching as the young lady I'd fathered and raised slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She hung it over. The appointment was for the next morning. The trip wasn’t wasted since the diner had good hamburgers.I rode my mountain bike from the diner to Walmart. I hadn’t planned to do it that night, but I needed to let the place air out. I arrived and quickly bought a small generic Weed Eater, an extension cord, and a twenty inch box fan. I had to tie the boxes onto my small utility trailer, but then it pulled it well enough. The ride back was only marginally more tiring, than the one out had been.It. When she was going towards Kitchen to bring water, I tip-toed and held her boobs from behind and started squeezing them. She was shouting “Ankur leave me, this is not right”. But I was in no mood to leave this slut. Then I torn her shirt and lowered her skirt and spanked on her butts.I turned her towards me and started kissing her lips. She was resisting it. Then I removed her bra and panty. She was nude in front of me. I started sucking her boobs. Those huge boobs were not coming in my hand. She was getting horny and started moving her hand very cautiously on my lap and somehow open the zip of my paint and tried to grab my tool by sending her two finger inside, when she though it is not possible she started playing with it and at the other end I was making a move under her shirt towards her soft, naked and warm navel and waist and started caressing it and grasp it like anything and went towards her boobs, and started pressing her breasts over her bra and the moment I touched her.