I inhaled her sweet scent of lust, sucking on her clit through her panties. Mia moaned quite loud now. She was quite a noisy bird in the sack, as I we...l knew. But this teasing and rubbing and sucking wasn't enough anymore for her. She slid from her chair to sit on my lap, rocking back and forth on my hard cock. We sank in a deep kiss, Frenching each other. Then she pressed her hands between our pelvises, pulling away her panties from her pussy and freeing my stiff member. With one hand she was. ” And, because we attend the same university, narking on me for my lousy trig results.“Daddy,” she dobs in that sugary little girl voice she uses with my dad, “Rachel’s flunking Chemistry.”What’s with that shit? When I complained once to dad about her calling my father ‘Daddy’ he just laughed and said he liked the idea that we were enough of a family that she felt comfortable calling him that. I never call her mother anything but Elyse. To her face, anyway.“I hope he’s old and lecherous,” she. He was clearly surprised, but didn't do anything to stop me. I felt his cock through the cloth, and it was already hard. So I opened his pants, took it out and began to lick it. Soon I was sucking it all over, and he seemed to really like it. I was loving it, and wanted to tell you. So I pushed him back to lay on the bed so he wouldn't see what I was doing (I was on my knees, on the floor). That's when I took the picture and sent you. I'm not sure for how long I sucked him, but for two or three. My eyes traveled from her head to herfeet. She was wearing heavy make up that made her face look verycold and calculating. Her lips were a deep red that was accentuatedby a rather pale foundation. The contrast was striking, almost likea geisha, but there was enough difference to make her look incharge rather than subservient. The top was a jacket that wasbuttoned low enough to show her beautiful breasts, the tops ofwhich were visible because she was not wearing a blouse. She alsowore a tight.