The dim bathroom light was on illuminating the room so that I could see enough to undress. I sat in a chair and removed my clothing letting them fall ...n a heap on the floor, time to gather them up in the morning when I was sober. I then crawled into bed failing to notice the lump under the covers on the far side.I had just snuggled into my pillow and relaxed when suddenly a blinding light sprung forth from the lamp, on the other side of the bed. I turned and found myself looking up at a. Someone seated behind her suddenly ran a hand up the outside of her thigh. Accident ???? Well that was soon answered with a palm and fingers on her most private of areas. She glanced around, and no one seemed to be watching what was happening to her. The hand was gently copping a feel and she thought that with the movement of the trolley, this could be pleasurable. The student in front of her was leaning forward in an attempt to get a better view of her cleavage, when the trolley jolted and. Your nipples hardening at my touch. Sliding them down your side I slip your panties over your legs and holding your calves push them up and apart. This time I gasp and lower my tongue and lips upon you making long gentle sweeps...you glisten and taste so sweet and writhe against me as I roll my tongue over your clitoris. I feel it swelling and buzzing as if an electric charge ran through it. As I run my hands up your thighs I feel your breathing labour, my upper lip rubs your clit as my tongue. It would be interesting to see if and when she calls me Daddy. I kind of like the sound of that name: daddy. The judge called Cathy and me up before the bench. He had heard about our farmhouse rescue of those girls and wanted to shake our hands and thank us personally. I told the judge that we had only done what needed to be done. He then informed us that he had set on the bench at county court and the lone surviving criminal made a plea deal but still ended up sentenced to ten years for each.