He lifted my skirt and squeezed my ass cheeks with both hands, rubbing my lace panties. I noticed him grab a bottle of vegetable oil I was using and t...en put it back. He slid my panties down a little bit and then I yelped with shock. I took a minute to catch my breath and I knew it was just his finger. “Mmmm Daddy!” He kept fingering my hole as he gave my ear a gentle kiss. “Shush baby calm down, just relax.”His finger was slowly moving in and out. I could feel the middle knuckle enter and. Or something resembling mortal anyway. I’m crazy old, I vaguely remember helping Mother name all of the animals at the dawn of creation, but she asked me to do one thing that I just couldn’t ... and so I self-banished myself and instead became a clinical psychologist. There, in the Mundane world, I lived through at least dozen generations of increasingly fucked up humanity and still remained a hotsy-totsy MILF that barely looks in her mid-thirties. On my worst day, I can make any Boy Scout cum. You know you want to.”She looked at me a moment, then turned and went out the door. I followed her out, and as I shut the door behind me, I heard a snap and five gasps.Twenty-three snaps later, Nancy stood in the middle of five breathless and utterly exhausted teens. She was nearly as excited as they had been fifteen snaps earlier, and I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that.I asked Nancy, “So, what do you think? Is there a scientific explanation for all of this?”She turned ninety degrees. Had she been looking at my legs? At this point I hoped so much that she was. And then I threw caution to the wind. My legs were plenty free and I could work the pedals just fine now.........and then I hiked my dress slightly higher. My heart started racing as the thought of exposing more of myself was so titillating. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to see if Alissa had noticed without making myself obvious. I bit my lip as I raised it just a little more. And then a little more. The bottom.