" I tugged at his hands, pulling him towards the bed. "Please?" I pleaded, my voice full of wanton desire and agony at the intensity of my passion. "P...ease." I repeated one last time, lying upon the bed with my legs spread slightly. He groaned and climbed ontop of me and I knew I had him. But he surprised me yet again by gently rolling me onto my belly. I knew it was an act of dominance, with me showing my submission if I remained, yet I stayed that way, legs spread far enough so that he could. Dad had been giving me plenty of space this week. With Mom in Seattle and Anna in Kokomo, he was spending his evenings tinkering with things to get ready for the summer. He wanted to get the tractor tuned up and said that spring had caught him behind on general maintenance. Someplace along the line, Whitney and I progressed from sitting on opposite sides of the desk to her sitting on my lap as we finished her last worksheet."I think I'm ready for that quiz," she said. "I'll have to stay late. She moved closer into a position where she could get a better view. She was wearing a loose blouse and short pleated skirt and pantyhose. As I stroked my cock she put her hand under her skirt and began to rub herself. It wasn't every day that a strange woman watched me wanking and pleasured herself. My cock grew harder as I rubbed it. She lifted her skirt with her other hand and I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her dark hairy pussy clearly through her pantyhose and. . and our fourteen year old daughter. I hadn't seen or heard from her since and after one year I divorced her for desertion.I wasn't prepared to be the single father of a teenaged daughter and, sorry to say, I wasn't a very good one. I was full of rage, feeling sorry for myself and feeling fucked over. I drank more than was good for me and I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to Sherry. I could barely stand to even look at her. She was the spitting image of Mary Beth. Both were five foot two,.