Tears flow out of her eyes, he kissed her on her eyes, forehead, cheeks.He took her to her bedroom and made her lie on the bed. He lifted her gown and...licked her pussy and fingered her. She was very wet, he took out his 5-inch long penis and inserted in her. He started fucking her in the missionary position. After about 10 min, she had an orgasm and later he ejaculated in her and lied to her. Both were satisfied and slept hugging each other. Gayatri got up at 8 am and got fresh, Rajendra was. She was just fine. The pain dissapated as she convinced herself of her own lie. ‘I don’t know. You wouldn’t leave the bar last night, you never came home. I was worried. Dimitri just blew right past me on the sidewalk. What’s going on?’ She sighed, gently shoving sadness aside to let anger rip through. ‘I wasn’t done drinking. I’m a big fucking girl, I can do what I want, but thanks for trying to be my fucking dad.’ She rose off the couch, walking towards the kitchen as Darren stepped inbetween. I went to open the door myself as Paul stopped me and asked if it was ok. “Rebecca said let yourselves in, as she probably wouldn’t be able to hear the door over the music”. I opened the door and stepped in, Paul followed. The house layout was the same as ours, so we headed towards the sound of the music and towards the kitchen. As we rounded the corner, Paul stopped in his tracks and squeezed my arm tight. There were people everywhere. Some naked, some partly clothed, some chatting, some. She was thirty-eight-years-old. She always dressed for school in a white blouse and a dark blue skirt. It was summer and she wore short sleeves. She wore stockings throughout the year. Mrs Stone had always thought Miss Dawson to be one of the scarier teachers though. She was after all, on the discipline team. In fact, whenever the Headmistress was away it was Miss Dawson who disciplined any of the girls who were sent to her. The school was for sixteen to eighteen-year-olds and was well known.