She was going to get them into even more trouble! ‘What was she doing?’ she thought. She looked at the Vice-Principal, waiting for his scolding, b...t Mr. Keizer was smiling!“Yeah,” Stacy said, joining in the fun. “In sex-ed, they taught us we shouldn’t be ashamed of our bodies. There’s nothing wrong if I accidentally flash my pussy to Mr. Clinker… Or even you…, is there?” Stacy spread her legs and slowly pulled up her skirt, making sure Mr. Keizer had an unobstructed view of her tight, teenage,. That seemed a most unlikely possibility. It probably was my imagination. She was rich, more mature ... not just older, had a future mapped out for herself, and could have the pick of just about any man she wanted. So ... why did I get the feeling there was something going on between us?I won't deny that I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving. Just being able to be with her was good for my ego. What I wasn't so sure of was what kind of reception I would get from the family. I didn't want. My entire body trembled and shook, my ass clenched around his cock and I squirted down my legs and onto the bed. My head was reeling and I was gasping for air.“Thats Daddy’s filthy, little whore,” he roared as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. I felt his cock swell and then he began to pump his warm cum into my bowels. I moaned as he gave my ass a few final thrusts and spurt after spurt hit the walls of my rectum, filing me. “Clean your ass off my cock like a good slut,” he ordered as he. Please can I come and see." Yes Sally yes. Come quickly. Let yourself in, I don't think I could make it to the door at the moment."I heard a peal of delightful laughter as she put her phone down. Sitting on the bed was not helping. I gingerly lay down again, and waited. It cannot have been more than two or three minutes, but it seemed a lot longer before I heard the door open and close. She tapped on the wall beside the bedroom door."Are you decent? Can I come in."We both laughed. I had to.