He uses his drill to bore out the centre of the lock. No messing about, sheer brute force against a cheap lock. We check all of the equipment is there...and OK while the locksmith replaces the lock with a high quality lock that won’t readily succumb to the attack he just used. I take photos of everything we do while we do it. I want good evidence of our actions if it goes to court. Then it’s the house. Inside the front door of the house are two bags with most of his clothes. On the dining room. “I’m yours, take me, Daddy. I’m ready for you, I need you too.” The need is so clear in my voice. I slightly lean back into him, urging him to take me. “Have you ever been fucked on a pool table, little one?” I can feel the smile against my neck. His face is so close to me. “Not yet, but I have a feeling I’m about to,” I giggle. I can feel the ache growing deeper, wrapping around the core of my being. The idea of finally having my Daddy inside me makes me want to cream myself right here where. Me – waah meri jaan toh fhir chal khujali mita deta hua mei teri.Fhir usko meine kaase ke pakada aur uske gale ko chumne laga aur apna dono hath se uske peeth ko sehla raha tha. Fhir dheere dheere ek haat uske gand ki taraf bada raha tha aur dusars haat uski patali kamar pe guma raha tha pyaar se. Fhir mera dusara haat uski gannd ko bada raha tha usne bhi mera peeth pe apne haat guma rahi thi aur apne nakhun laga rahi thi. Mujhe feel hoa raha tha ki voh aab horny hoo rahi hai. Meine apna ek. I was in Dr. Braxton’s history class, my last class before the weekend. I was wearing a short black skirt and a tight grey sweater. As he lectured he paced in the front of the class. He would always pause right in front of me. He would look me in the eyes and then his gaze would drop down and he would smile. I realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties and he was getting a perfect shot up my skirt. My nipples got hard and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. The next time he paused in.