But would you be willing to be a propagandist for us?" You mean on camera?" Yes. In fact, the ideal thing would be for you to be our 'environmental re...ource.' You might appear for two to five minutes every week or two. We'd offer the clips to stations in other parts of Australia. Perhaps elsewhere. We'd pay you a fee, of course." Wow! Well, my first reaction is 'yes, but no.' Do you really think I could do it?" Yes. You've a terrific on-camera presence. Really." Well, I'd be glad to appear, but. That is one mistake. Do not make another one’ he whispered to her being very careful to control his emotions. She looked at him carefully wondering what she has gotten into but saw the very small smile creep up from his lips and continued nodding quickly. The sense of being controlled was totally arousing her and she could feel herself building toward another orgasm. She raised her left and slipped inside her silk blouse to massage her erect nipples and pull them free from the bra. She pulled. A few minutes more and her hand now went down to my pussy as I now began to caress her tits. Within a minute she moved my panties over and her fingers now began to rub my already wet cunt. I now unbuttoned my blouse and with her one hand, Carol pulled my bra strap down and cupping my tit, leaned in and began to suck on it and then bit down hard on my nipple sending a bolt of pain through me. “What are you mom?’ she now asked. “I’m a whore” I answered back. Smack, a hand came across my face. Of course, I really liked girls. Some of my friends just did it for the pleasure, dreaming of the hunkiest guy at our school. Well, the hunkiest student. The hunkiest guy was my dad. Such wicked, incestuous lust burned inside of me. Dad was so sexy. He was an intelligent man, an English teacher, but he also could get his hands dirty. He could talk to you about Shakespeare while stripping down an engine.He was so cool. Not like mom. I was glad she was gone for the weekend with her dumb friend..