"You want to fuck here in my bedroom?" Oh yeah, Lindsey, if it's OK with you," Pam said as she watched Frank to see how he was going to proceed with h...r. Pam hesitated for a minute and then said, "Frank, would you mind if Lindsey just stayed here with us? Would it freak you out too bad to let her stay and be here for moral support?" No, I'm fine with that, Pam," Frank said, "I'm pretty sure you know that Lindsey and I have been fucking for several months now so it's not like she's going to be. While his attacks were mostly an annoyance, they provided the needed excuse for the on-going wrestling match between myself and the forbidden teen beneath me. His wild pulling tugging against me also provided plausible deniability when, not if, my hands "accidentally" strayed. I allowed my hand to slowly work its way higher on her thigh as I fought a battle on two fronts. I momentarily froze when I felt the fabric of the short shorts, and it didn't require looking for me to know just how high. Professor Ann Lindsey-Cox was the coordinator for the whole C I 495C program. She would be at all our seminars, along with the seminars for math, science, language and social studies. Ms. Christina Hamilton was our immediate supervisor for the practicum.We would have five weeks of Tuesday afternoon seminars before we were allowed into a real classroom. We would spend Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings of week six and seven in the classrooms. We would spend all five mornings in the classroom. But still, I enjoyed this. Because one day, once Sven and Kora defeated my father, I’d taste this with my real mouth, my real tongue. I’d get to revel in their incestuous love. I yearned for that day, my hips wiggling in delight as I licked again.I groaned when Sven seized my hips, rubbing his cock against my proxy’s pussy. I felt the girth on my pussy lips, sliding up and down. This was the cock I should year for, not my father’s. I didn’t understand my strange lusts for my father. My body.