I pushed myself up when I realized. I’m all on my four!My ass hanging up high as my body bended over by him. My face is facing the screen. I look ov...r my shoulder at him, seeing him smiling. I blushed as I bite my lips. Turned on by this. At first I thought this is just another game that I will win. Oh I still will. But I never thought it will be going this way. My own dad, lusting over me! And the worse part, I am not disgusted as some would be. Yet, I am turned on. “D…Do what you want to do. She waited for the cop to look up or walk up to her. Alan didn't mind the frisk or search as much. The d**gs are smoked and they both were high out of there minds. Alan began to think Amy was purposely flashing him. She had to of seen him looking down there at her, but still she remain the same. Sitting Indian style, slowed the leg of her shorts to open up, exposing her entire pussy. Each leg opening shown half, Alan became nervous over the thought of a possible st iffy popping as the cop is in. During our final year we’d both joined an activity group at school where we’d walked many of the local hills, led by a history teacher from the school, or taken to the water in sea kayaks. The kayaking group was led by two teachers who were married to one another. Iain MacDonald taught mathematics and his wife Morag taught physical education, or PE to us pupils. Morag was an attractive athletic woman, perhaps in her early thirties, and all of the lads lusted after her at school, especially when. "Silly boy. I was about to be well and truly ass fucked, and he thinks I might go away. No, not ass fucked... ah, fuck it. Ass fucking by any other name is still ass fucking. If my college boy wanted to pretty up the act, I'd let him, but I didn't need the deception.I dipped my fingers in my wet cunt, reached back - it's quite a stretch while on your hands and knees - and pushed a wet finger past the outer sphincter to tickle the inner one. Nice.I sensed Jason back in the room, and his thoughts.