’ Leah watched them for a moment – there were several hesitant expressions in the audience now. ‘There’s no shame in admitting to yourself tha... this isn’t the thing for you. It takes a special person – a strong person – to cope with this type of work.’ ‘Why?’ The auburn haired woman in the front row asked. ‘We all know the risks that come with this job, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.’ Leah nodded. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Clare.’ ‘Okay Clare,’ Leah said. ‘What are you? Twenty-one? Twenty-two?’. Her white blouse had each button done and was thick enough that her bra didn't show through. I knew under her skirt she had a set of modest white panties. Well I figured I knew. I'd seen her before she left the house earlier, but that had been an hour or so ago and with my daughter anything could happen.She got to her locker, it was positioned right outside my classroom door by some cruel joke of fate. The students in the hall watched her walk. It was morning routine that no one in the school. She had a hand working each nipple, twisting and stretching her erect, pink nipples intensifying her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in the classic O of a powerful orgasm. Brian popped his nut as she climaxed, his hand a moving quickly over his hard cock, jerking a big load into the wastebasket he had below his desk.His sister was not done yet though as she rolled off the pillow, which was visibly wet with her leaking pussy lubrication, and pulled out the big, fat, clear. One bloodshot eye, its sclera displaying a map of the interstate system in red, closed a little more and began twitching erratically, as if telegraphing his alleged thoughts in Chinese Morse code. "Whadda ya doin' in bed this time of day?"I shrugged and tried to pinch off another dribble of urine through conscious effort while maintaining a face as calm as the corpse I could easily become. "I work nights. I have to sleep sometime."The twitching became a flutter, not unlike the wings of a.