“The HM told me to stand. I signed the logbook, and was given a hall pass to return to class.“As I reflected on the lack of a WOW factor from the ...M’s spanking, I noted that my skirt covered me so no one was seeing my bare bottom, and I wasn’t getting feelings of shame. My panties were not around my ankles constantly reminding me my bottom was bare and sticking up in the air. The HM used a paddle rather than his bare hand. Most importantly, he wasn’t my daddy.“That realization sparked an. I hesitated for another moment and then slid my pants off, then my underwear, and then pulled my wifes big, dirty panties on. The steering wheel was in my way, making it difficult to change, but I managed. I slid my growing hard on into the panties and reached down for my pants.'Just sit there in her panties faggot', he barked. Then he slowly wrapped a pair on my wifes panties around his cock and began to jerk off. He held a dirty gusset up to his nose and leaned back in the seat. Stroking and. I'd been stroking only a few minutes when part of a face appeared at the hole watching me. He gestured me nearer and spoke gently that he'd like to join me in my cubicle which I very quickly said yes. When he joined me, he was exactly what I love, a very mature gent, I'd say about 68 years old or so with lovely thinning white hair to my mid 30's. He started fondling me through my french knickers, likewise I unzipped him and started stroking his now slowly hardening cock, which again is what I. But I’m glad you’re finally here! I’m super excited to spend some time with my daughter.She buried her self into my arms.Amy: Me too, dad!Me: I’ve missed you so much, baby girl!After a long hug, we let go of each other.Amy: Dad, I’m sorry for not keeping in touch over the past few years. I know you wanted to see me sooner.Me: I should have called honey. I’m sorry. Things were difficult when you left the country. I didn’t know what to do. And then years passed by. I thought you’d hate me if I.