I did my best, seizing every opportunity as her pussy hovered over my face or my hand was on her cunt but she kept moving. She was enjoying herself to... much to stay still and to be brutally frank, so was I. Gasping for breath I lay on my back and shifted so I could watch the tv. “Watch it on your knees. I haven’t finished.” Sylvia Tenant had started. “It’s time for the British people to reap the rewards of their forbearance. For the first time in decades, we have a surplus, a surplus that means. She stood, just looking and smiling. Then she sat on the table and looked harder at me. ‘Are you watching me?’ She grinned, ‘Yes, like you were watching me.’ ‘I was not! I could see you but………..’ Her finger touched my lip. ‘If you lie to me now, I will never talk to you again.’ Her finger lingered on my lip then slid into my mouth. ‘Tell the truth.’ As her finger slid out I said, ‘How did you know?’ She nodded, apparently satisfied that I was no longer pretending even to myself. ‘Because, I was. "That'd be fantastic! but wait, what's the catch?" he asked, his excited grin turning into a confused stare. The air hostess leaned in and whispered into the teachers ear "finger me" she asked with pleading eyes. The teacher gulped and nodded "Let's go sit then shall we?" he held her hand and escorted her to the seating area before starting to talk to her quietly about the plane, acting as though he was scared of flying and she was just re-assuring him so nobody got suspicious. His hand. “I love you daddy, we can do whatever you want. Just don’t leave.”I gently fell onto her. I realized my weight and rolled to the side, off of her. If I had the choice, I would give everything I ever had to turn it off. Turn off my sexual desire for Chelsea, for other little girls. Chelsea was the absolute worst though; her mind was perfect, so delicate, a creative dream waiting to be tapped. I would give everything except Chelsea and her mother. This was not something I ever asked for and I.