My stomach vibrated with thrills each time he pushed deep, I began to gulp for air as my body burned up oxygen with mounting pleasure. I lifted my fe...t from the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tighter while he fucked me. My dad grabbed my hips and held me close while our groins collided. In the back of my mind I knew I was getting better fucked by my forty something father than any of the teen boys I'd screwed. Dad gripped my hips tight then began to convulse, deep. The rolls of turf had been delivered in the morning and we would be able to start laying the central island of lawn the next week once the shapes for the flower beds had been finalised with Caroline and marked out with whitewash. After the lads had packed up our kit and left in the pick-up, I fussed about for a short time and then wrote a note for Caroline to say that I would call in on Saturday to discuss the work and bring her the framed watercolours from Becca, and pushed it through the. ..why did you do it ? I'm your teacher. I'm 34. What made you do such a thing ?”strangely enough, I found it far easier to talk about it than I thought I would. “Because I wanted you, and still do.” Reaching out, I stroked her hair, now in a mess following the shower, Brushing it past her face, I reached out and kissed her on the lips.She didn't resist, the kiss seeming to give her the answer. She seemed dejected, defeated sort of. I kissed her again, longer, harder, pushing my tongue into her. That would be nice," I said.She bustled across the room. "So you were recommended by Cynthia? Lovelygirl. She took my course last summer when I was a visiting professor atBethany College. Is she still into music?" Um...yes. She plays guitar," I said."Do you play anything?" she asked."The radio," I said, smiling. "No, ma'am, I don't play." Well, Destiny, tell me about yourself." I'm 26, doctor," I said. "Except for my mom dying when I was young, Ihad a normal enough childhood. A dad. Glenn. My.