Docilely, the boy went into the bathroom. I sat at my desk, pulling my skirt up so I could palm my still inflamed pussy. I hadn’t spanked a young st...dent in several weeks, and this had been a nice hard one. I was nearing a second orgasm when the door behind me opened. I swiveled my chair and stood, giving the adolescent one more look at my stockinged legs as my skirt fell back into place. Striding to him, I said, “Well, Bobby, I see your erection’s successfully been reduced. Hold it so I can. TonightI’m just bushed.”No, he was leaving too soon! She hadn’t had time to really trysomething. But before she could react, he’d left the room. Okay,time for a new plan.She waited in her room and she heard him run the shower. She heardhim finish, and move around in his bedroom, and she saw the light gooff. This is it, she thought to herself. Daddy or bust. She gave itten more minutes for him to fall asleep, or at least get close. Thenshe stripped off her pants so that she was down to her. He returned, asked about what kind of oil, and then got started. His hands were strong and experienced. He worked over my back, neck, legs, and yes my ass. His fingers occasionally slipped into my ass crack in a teasing kind of move. I am anal erotic, and so I found myself becoming aroused. Without really thinking about it, I opened my legs just a bit, which only brought more of the teasing. I started to wonder what was really going on here. My imagination was interrupted when he told me to. My daughter gasped, a soft cry escaping her wet lips. I rubbed the front of my boxer shorts to relieve the tension in my dick, but my cock continued to grow.Amanda finally planted a soft, wet kiss on the top of Tommy's head and gently shoved him away. He gave her another quick series of kisses on her tit and on her mouth, but then he finally departed. It was time for me, too, to depart, but I was frozen in my spot at the window. I was still standing there when my daughter came inside.She was.