I had known her since she was around thirteen and we had always got on well and often chatted. She used to come in weekly with an array of laptops fro... her friends for testing or fault finding, then come back three days later to pick them up. She often brought me coffee and a sandwich for lunch and we’d sit and chat for a while. I learned more about my daughters from her than I did from them. One day, Sara told me her mother was having an affair with one of her employees, I tried to offer. Withdrawing my hands I watched her zealously shake her head in an effort to make the ends unfurl and drop beyond her shoulders around her thin neck.I leaned to kiss her right shoulder to which she leapt forward to squash our bodies together. My arms encapsulated her rag doll frame, limply meshing with mine, feeling the thin garment move up as I carried her to the bed where we fell laughing, kissing, arranging our bodies under the covers.We rolled and tussled in the dark room, becoming still,. Your skin was so soft, and your nipples so hard. I could feel my cock starting to swell, underneath you. I guess you could feel it as well, because you grinned. “Why Mr. Setzer. I think you are going to have to wait until you find out all there is to this student body.” With a low growl, I laid you down on the bed, and flipped your skirt up. That was when I discovered that my naughty little schoolgirl wasn’t following dress code. There were no panties hiding your beautiful shaved. Seconds passed. Ginger batted her eyelashes. Turned to face him. Deep brown eyes meeting his, she slipped her hand out of his grasp and cupped his face in her palms. Jesus. His body weakened. The depth of her eyes never failed to escape his notice. A soothing tornado of fierce protectiveness and acceptance. What’s she thinking? His wife nodded, a slow, rocking motion that made even the fabric of her dress waver. Her gaze insistent. “Take all the time you need to do whatever it takes, my.