She stood beside me. I wiped a finger on the semen on her dress, tasted it again. “Did he come on your dress?”Fleur went bright red. She nodded. I...lifted her dress, and sure enough her knickers were off to one side, her swollen pussy exposed. I noticed she had shaved it, leaving a small area of pubic hair above her swollen labia. I dropped the dress. I sat on the sofa, and had Jack stand in front of me. “You come to my house, abuse my daughter, and spend half the afternoon looking up my skirt.. He could go no farther. His legs wouldn't work.He was standing there looking in bewilderment at his legs when Jane came by, now dressed."Yes?" Jane asked him."I can't move my legs. I've got to find Ron! " he said."Ron is not to be disturbed. What's the trouble?" she asked, knowing from his mind the answer."The Reactor! It's acting funny! The gauges all say it's dead!" he said, still looking at his legs..."Everything is fine. Ron said so. He will check it himself tomorrow. Go back and tell the. Melissa beamed at the praise and Jack ground his cock deep into Jen. Melissa took some spit from her chin and rubbed it over her mom’s asshole. Jack looked from the camera down to see what she was doing and watched as she pushed her index finger into mom’s asshole. Her tight ring opened up slightly and accepted the invading digit. Melissa twisted it as she slid it right up to the 3rd knuckle and Jen let out a guttural moan. “Oh yes! Fuck her ass Mel. Fuck mom’s ass with your finger.” Jack. In the late sixties in winter I would wear tights with a panty-girdle over the top and would sit opposite a boy in discussions and let my skirt ride up so he could see the gusset as I moved my legs slightly – this would usually happen while he was speaking or asking a question and it was great to hear him stutter and lose his train of thought.After a few weeks at college I had ratcheted up a gear. In summer, on the college field at breaktime, I would remove my knickers and would give.