I sat in my car for several minutes, I could’ve stayed there for days and not noticed the difference. I didn’t know what else to do so I just went...back to Lyla’s. The drive back was one of those ones where you get home and park your car, then realize you have no memory of the drive. Your mind is busy, so your body goes into autopilot, doing familiar tasks and following familiar routes.The scene just kept playing on a loop in my mind. Watching her riding her stepfather like that. I hated myself. Yeah, that feels sooo good, don't stop."Then kissing sounds.What the fuck?!Then a very soft, but distinctly male voice said, "Oh man. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine we would ever hook up. Oh shit! God I love your tits." Hummm..." I couldn't tell which one of them had moaned but then I heard the male voice say, "Get um all the way out so I can really see um and suck your nipples."The rustle of clothing and more moans continued for several minutes, and then Claire said, "There. So,. I worked up the side of her neck, gently plucking her skin between my lips until I reached her ear, where I nibbled gently at the lobe and let her hear the depth of my passion in my breath."I have wanted you since the moment I stepped off the carriage," I whispered, taking a risk that I thought warranted given her obvious enthusiasm for this arrangement.She turned her face partly towards me – away from Holmes and Palmerston seated across the room – and acknowledged my admission with a. Eriksen was left to work by himself in the faculty office. Joseph Eriksen was in his sixth year overseeing the students and faculty at Blackhawk Valley prep school, beloved by his students and well-liked in the community. He was a handsome man, a former athlete that had aged gracefully. Usually fastidious, he wore a well-fitting pair of slacks, vest, and well-pressed white shirt today. Rounding out the ensemble, he wore a tie in the school colors of blue and yellow.He smiled broadly as the girl.