I slipped a second finger inside the split seam and spread her pussy juices around and around. She moaned and leaned forward against the door. I slid ...y other hand under her shirt and reached around to one of her tits. It was so tiny it didn’t even fill my hand, but her nipple was hard against my palm.By now her pussy juice was dripping onto my hand, so I slid one finger into her honey hole. We moaned in unison. Jesus, it was tight and warm and wet against my finger. I pushed in deeper , pulled. Jen, when you've shown Sky around, sort some cokes for you both and get the plates ready for the pizza." "We won't need plates for pizza, daddy and we'll be fine," Jenny states and again laughs. Sky adds, "You have to eat pizza with your fingers. It's a well known rule, daddy." Followed by more laughter. It seems that during the drive home, at some point I became hilarious, or I'm being teased. I think my two girls are in cahoots, either way everyone is still happy, so long may it continue. . What if you shout or don't answer at all? Trembling, I place my finger over your number, letting it hover, poised. I draw a deep breath…I want Lucy and Pete's ending. I want you to walk through the door, flowers in hand, words of love pouring from your lips. I want to throw myself into your arms and hold you tight, knowing everything's all right.Better still, I want to go back, delete my stupid, thoughtless words and rewrite them – edit, revise, replace my outburst with words of gratitude and. "Actually, Mr. Wilson I have a drama rehearsal to get to and I don't have time to go to the changing room before dinner ends," Celeste raised a shopping bag full with clothes, "can I get changed in your toilet?" Toilet? What the hell? She must have seen my confusion as she pointed to the door next to my white board. I hadn't even known that was a toilet."Sure, go ahead I need to get ready for my next lesson." I grabbed my lesson plan for the next period and started writing the lesson's aims on.