So now in response my 15 year old daughter had taken up with a man nearly twice her age. I was regularly kicking myself for the missed opportunity dre...ming of what it would have been like to play with her sweet little body.But she seemed satisfied with him and he didn't seem to inclined to share his hot teen slut with anyone else, much less her own father. So I had to be content with picturing their sessions in my head, listening through the closed doors as she was used and abused every damn. I am being used by one teacher, and another one knows what I'm doing. I hope it doesn't happen often, but I have a feeling once I am fucked the first time, I will be quite busy.I walked to math class, handing my teacher, Mr. Smith the note Mrs. King gave me. He read it then chuckled and said, "We can do that. Hope you enjoy her."I blushed and then took my seat. Of course with the way I had to roll my skirt keeping my legs spread, my cunt was on display; I saw Mr. Smith looking right at it. And. "Oh god Julie I want you," Sarah moaned Julie laughed lightly as she said "Will pick you up at 11.00 on Saturday then, I will book the room." ***** Despite the crisp December air Julie had the top down on her convertible and honked the horn as she pulled up outside Sarah's house. Julie's long brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and her eyes clad in dark wrap around glasses. Sarah ran down the path waving to her husband before jumping into the passenger seat. "I will freeze," she said. I took the name William Bonney in 1877 and continued my criminal life. Then in 1881, I was killed near Sumner by a friend named Pat. Well, he really didn’t kill me, that was just a story we made up so I could, first off, not die, and stop being chased, and Pat would be a hero. Since then it was back to Henry McCarty. No one knows that name.” Michelle and Suzanna both sat in shocked silence at their guest’s story and just knew it had to be a tall tale. He laughed and said, “You can see right.