The tall woman was young, in her late twenties. She was wearing a black pencil length skirt, four inch black heels, white blouse tucked into the skirt...which was low cut, and her blonde hair was up in a twist. She put her black bag down on the desk and turned to us - the students. She smiled."Hello, I'm your new English teacher, Miss Pearce," she said, with a smile. She leaned against the desk and folded her arms under her breasts pushing them up.I couldn't help staring. I felt a familiar ache. Hell, you could even say that I live to fuck, because to an extent, that’s true. It’s the greatest pleasure of life ... fucking, that is. I love to fuck, I enjoy pussy, ass, mouth, all of it, and I don’t see a point in denying myself such delights during my unknown number of years left on this globe. Why deprive someone of pussy, dick, ass, any of it? Why say no, when saying yes makes everyone happier?” Dan explained his philosophy, even if he wondered how much she understood.“That’s true. You. Other sensations started to make themselves felt, rather intimatesensations and I rolled over and sat up. I was still wearing mystockings but the rest of my things were scattered all over the placeand mixed among them were jeans, a sweater, and other clothes from mydream. The bed was empty but I could smell the aroma of sex, and in thebedside bin were some condoms. Rather a lot of them.I remembered it all suddenly. He was like a machine, we must have madelove for hours, I don't know how we. His hand on her loins was also naughty. He deliberately kept pulling down her loose pants, and on the pretext of adjusting it, kept caressing her cunt intimately, his fingers searching for her cunt slit through the pants. The stimulated daughter kept opening out her thighs to give her father's fingers better access to her cunt. And Nicole shuddered with thrill each time her father's fingers rubbed against her clitoris, causing it to swell and throb. And whenever her father kissed her on the.