Amanda dropped her towel near a poolside chair and stepped lightly to the edge. She looked across the pool and caught Rod staring at her. He could swe...r she stood there extra long before she dove in with hardly a splash. Rod watched her sleek tanned body glide full length underwater and surface just to the left of where he was laying.As she shook the water from her hair he remembered that she was home on summer vacation from high school. Then Amanda hoisted herself out of the pool by pressing. You're wearing jeans with a belt - you know I hate them but you think it's funny so you do it anyway - a black t-shirt and a jacket.You're wondering whether this was a good idea. You didn't warn me you were coming and I'm probably asleep by now. You press the doorbell and wait but there's no noise from the intercom, maybe this will be a wasted trip and you should just go home and pretend nothing ever happened. You press it again and nothing happens.Oh well, it was a stupid idea anyway, you. But at least I wasn't going to be fired. I knocked... waited... and then, on cue, entered.Miss Blackwall sat behind her desk, the same one that her father, her grandfather as well as her great-grandfather had used before her, and sternly looked over the top of her half-moon spectacles at me. She was dressed much as she always was - brown tweed two piece suit with the skirt falling below her knees, flat heeled brown brogues, a silk blouse with a frilly ruffle down the front and a large broach. ‘Jack could be home in a minute, we should hurry!’ she said. No thought at all was given to not fucking. She would get fucked no matter what. She had to get fucked. To her, the choice was to get fucked quickly and try not to get caught, or get fucked slowly and get caught for sure. Not getting fucked at all was out of the question. She watched her big brother kneel on the bed between her long, open legs. Her cunt lips were a dark pink, and quivering. Her small chest was heaving as she watched.