This was probably a side of her father she'd never seen, and a range of expressions chased each other across her face-horror, fascination, jealousy, a...ousal. It's a beautiful thing for daughters to be able to see their fathers like this.Too few girls understood the bestial impulses that overcame their own dads in the presence of other girls, or the violent, animalistic manner in which they themselves had probably been conceived. Disabusing girls of these misconceptions, and letting them watch. I needed to protect my identity and abilities until I worked out who they were, and how they were using their power.As I scanned the room, my eyes caught momentarily on those of my lecturer, Dr Lacey Timms. She was a tall slim woman in her late 20s with jet black hair cut fashionably short and framing a beautiful face, which was often smiling. Her body had a beautiful shape with a nice heart-shaped ass, slim waist and a firm set of B-cup tits that jiggled a little as she walked.Then I overheard. She noticed and called me and asked me to look at her eye saying. “something fell in my eye” .I came close to look and blow air in the eye to remove dust.To my surprise, she pulled me and bit my lower lip. She knew I won’t stop her and she was playing with my mind so she kissed and smooched me again.In response, I grabbed her and pinned her on the sofa and started to kiss her more passionately. Knowing the fact that her husband is away and we are kissing like mad it turned me on.I wrapped her. "No, I need you to lie on the floor." When I hesitated, she barked "Now!" Confused, I did as she asked. "Good, now I want you to bite down on that sexy piece of string and pull out my lovely bloody tampon." Smiling, she added "Then I want you to lick my bloody pussy clean." What!?" You don't expect me to neglect my personal hygiene just because I'm on the rag, do you?"Shuffling toward the door, I pulled myself to my feet and grimaced. "If that's what you have in mind, then hell yes." Fine. Go.