"Why, what have you done?" relied Tim."Its not what I've done, it's what I haven't done."Paige felt Tim respond to her kisses as she rubbed her crotch...against his."What haven't you done?" I haven't done any homework. I know how you hate it when your students don't do their homework." I do hate it, and now you're going to have to be punished." I know." The phrase came out of her mouth with breathless anticipation.Tim removed her arms from his neck and stepped back. "Bend over my desk," he said. I lay down on top of her, moving my hands to her sides, I kiss her back and her neck. She moves her legs up in the air, wrapping them effortlessly around my own legs. I push the tee shirt over her head and she’s completely naked under my body. “This isn’t fair.” She whispers from below me. “What’s that?” I asked, my her body feels good against mine. Her skin is soft and she smells so good. “I’m naked and your not.” A very sexually obvious observation, her voice full of lust. “Well, what would. ”Abigail lowered her head. “Thank you, Mother Clare,” she murmured, but in truth she felt tears welling into her eyes. She spoke barely a word as she cleansed Peter’s hands, which were indeed much improved, with only a few patches of raw flesh remaining. She glanced once or twice at Peter’s face and could see that he too was painfully affected by the thought of leaving.“Thank you, Sister Abigail,” he said as she prepared to take her leave. “Will you be back this evening as usual?”“Yes, of. “David, I have the results of the tests you asked for. Calling the first two John Doe and Jane Doe, and the last one Betsy Doe, I can say with 98.87525% accuracy that Jane is the Daughter of Betsy, however John is not the father of Jane, but there are enough elements in common that he is related to Betsy’s father, perhaps a brother, or a consanguineous cousin. I felt like a forensic detective while I was working on this! I hope the results help you. Oh, by the way, I found a second set of.