After they broke off their first kiss, she lazily opened her eyes to look into his. That look, that wanting smitten look, it was better than anything ...e could have hoped. The way she looked into his eyes would have brought shame to any of the high school girls that looked into them from back home. They couldn’t have even hoped to compare with Faith’s gaze. Not another word escaped the pair before they found themselves locking lips again, this time with even more passion from both sides. Faith’s. Flipping the lid up, she squirted a little bit onto a finger and tasted it, "Oh cool Dad, this tastes like cherries." Squirting a drop on her finger she then rubbed it on my lips, "taste it Dad, it's really pretty good." Licking it off my lips I found it to be surprisingly tasty. Then I suddenly came to grips with what was going on, I had to put a stop to all this, we simply could not do this, it was wrong on so many levels. As all this was running through my mind about the necessity of. I cupped and pinched her titties while we fell onto her bed. I rubbed her pussy through her pants, suddenly very horny. “I’m a lesbian too!” she blurted out. “I was just afraid to tell you,” she admitted. I just nodded and started sucking her nipples. She moaned while my finger teased her pussy. I could feel her getting wet from outside her sweat pants. I couldn’t believe she wanted me to fuck her! Not that fucking her pussy in her sleep wasn’t fun, but we could have been fucking. “Why did you stop teaching?” I decided I might as well confirm the rumors. Elena didn’t smile at the question. She sipped at her coffee and contemplated the answer before choosing her words. “There was a little something in my past that came out while I was at Mill End. It was nothing really, but some parents weren’t pleased and I was asked to resign. I did, and rather than battle the same issue everywhere I went, I decided to drop teaching and start painting again. It felt like a waste of five.