He traces my outer lips again, up and down first one side then the other. I feel him slightly spread my swollen lips to trace the inner lips, up and d...wn each side. I feel like he is trying to memorize me. He inserts his fingers and traces every inch of me, and then locates that spongy spot that he taught me about and brings me to the ultimate climax all over again. Then I feel his fingers in my drenched pussy sliding slowly in deep, and slipping slowly out, over and over again. I look down. The world history teacher, she decided, was about a hundred and five, and he could lecture with his eyes closed, which he did, but he raised an eyebrow when he spotted Vixen, her legs crossed in the second row as she took notes in more-or-less outline form. He did like young girls with good thighs, always had.The PE class had been dull, all girls, and just a talk about female health, STDs and school rules. She did learn where she could get free condoms.She was started; she was a college. They’re real nice people, and they’ve always treated me really well, like a member of the family in my own right.Which is why I absolutely hated what I was about to do to them.As I knew he would, being the amazingly nice guy he is, Stan volunteered to give me a hand, so he drove the truck back to our place and backed up to the garage. I left him sitting in the front while I quickly loaded up the trash, and then we headed off. I took a deep breath before I said the fatal words.“Pop, can you. They were undressing as they each hurried up the stairs.Hank just laughed softly and when I looked at him he asked, "Do you blame him? She has a very exciting body, especially to a guy who has only had sex once in his life." A week ago, I would have been upset if I had heard two young teens talking like that. But now, I understand. I really do. And I have only you to thank. As lousy a day as this has been for me in so many ways, I can not believe I am actually sitting here in your house,.