” She chimed in, I repeated myself, now both my hands digging into each breast, squashing them panickingly against her body as I leaned on them with...my full upper body strength. I watched as her face turned blushingly, her hands which were idle upon the ground now went to her mouth to hide her shameful whimpers as the pain steadily intensified. Her voice raised as she felt the boys spreading her asscheeks, nails cutting into her assflesh as I batted the cherry nipple ever so many seconds, as I. I have found it myself difficult not to stare at her when I go to pick my little girl up. I am sure Ms. Clark has seen me looking at her. Her beauty is only matched by her intelligence and kindness that she shows the c***dren within her class. Last week there was a note in my daughter’s folder requesting a parent teacher conference. So here I am on a Thursday afternoon sitting at a desk that is a bit to small. Ms. Clark is leaning up against her desk today she is wearing a white button-down. She won't get up to help herself.My daughter, Beth and I had a thing between us for years. She loved turning me on. It first started when she was around fifteen or so. She would never lock the bathroom door when she was taking a bath. Many times I had seen her beautiful young body in the nude.Other times she would be in her bed room and call me in to ask what she should wear. I had the pleasure of watching her as she tried on many different outfits.This was the best, my cock always got hard. "Sure you don't want popcorn?" he whispered."No -- I'm good."Ren let go of her hand and rested his forearm on her thigh, his hand on her knee. With his fingertips he explored the shape of her kneecap and he felt her smooth, cool skin.Scarlet put her hand on his as he continued to stroke her knee. Then, he slipped his arm around her. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his leg. "I'm having a wonderful time," she whispered.Ren piloted Stuart's Lincoln back.