. I mean Mr Finn!"Stood in the doorway was the father, George, in just his pajama bottoms. His eyes lit up at the sight of me, half dressed in a wide ...pen dressing gown. I managed to pull both sides together, clumsily babbling about not knowing he was there, and some sort of apology. Why was he there? He's bloody gorgeous in just his jammies. But he's not supposed to be here! And I'm not supposed to be naked!"Oh fuck" he babbled too, with his French accent "I didn't mean to startle you. I want. Closing in on me, kissing me soft at first then deepen it. His hands roam over my body, across my breast, down my stomach, cupping my sex. I moan and throw my head back. He takes off my clothes, then his. And as expected, he lowers his mouth on my sex, pulling on my clit and blowing chilling air into my cooch. I throw my head back and allow the pleasure to wash over me.Then he did something not so routined, he locked his arms around my thighs and looked up on me. Briefly I saw a dark flash in. At that point in time, when I was shipped off to boarding school, I was fairly certain that I was a lesbian. I was s*******n when I was first sent away to complete my last year and bit of schooling. I'd had a boyfriend in the past and I had slept with boys, but now I found myself attracted to girls. I still liked boys, but not in a sexual way.The boarding school I had been sent too was very strict during school hours. The teachers were very harsh and matronly and rules had to followed to the. I had turned my back to her when suddenly something collided with me, knocking me over. I also heard a set of pops consistent with something teleporting. I looked over to her and saw that she was lying on her side, cleaning herself.I went back to walking around, and a few seconds later it happened again. I quickly got up and looked over to Vixa. She was lying in the exact same spot, still washing herself. I knew it was her, since this room blocks teleports from outside to inside, or vice versa..