"OK, Girls. You did a hell of a job out there. Show me how proud you are."He took a couple of shots, then checked them out on the screen."Stay where y...u are. Just like that."He ran over to the volleyball that we'd left on the court and picked it up. He walked back to where he'd taken the pictures before and put it down in front of him, then focused on us once more."OK. Show me that pride!"He started taking pictures, then all of a sudden he pulled his right foot back and kicked the ball straight. For the rest of the school year I occasionally saw Jilly in the halls or in a class we shared, but outside of a friendly nod we never spoke to each other. Then it was off to college and Jilly and I both attended the one that was in our hometown. I rarely saw her since we didn't have any of the same classes. Whenever I did see her she was on the arm of some jock. Once in our third year our eyes met across the room while we were in the cafeteria, held for a moment, and then she looked away.I. We piled into the front seats and were on the road to our little getaway in the hills by the lake for a couple of weeks. I loved that place. It was so quiet and peaceful. I often lost myself there in more ways than one. Maybe Daddy would catch me this time when I did! As we traveled down the road, I saw that Daddy was a little fidgety. He actually had a very hard time driving with me sitting in the passenger seat next to him. I knew why. He could not keep his eyes from wandering to my smooth. Thomas is also a switch and plays a terrific dom who makes my knees weak and my cunt tingle. I hate the word pussy or beaver, any of the cute terms for my cunt annoy the hell out of me. Cunt is raw, earthy, dirty, oozing: just like sex should be. Just thinking that I’m going to go home and finger fuck my cunt can get me all worked up even after a stressful day of teaching. I feel the same about the words cock and cocksucker. I’m so polite in my everyday world that I find these thoughts.