I’m placing one foot in front of the other; toe to heel with perfect 6” gaps, my head is raised and my eyes fixed forward but my mind is entrapped...by the soft eyed temptation that pants nosily behind my stiff back. I’ve become entangled by the cleverness of my own designs and the wantonness of my pussy.I step onwards; walking through treacle like air, my heels catching in every crack of this crazy paving, the bones in my ankles rattling like die before the roll. My calves are jelly, my thighs. I couldn't get but the head in my mouth and she was taking the whole thing to the bottom. Daddy leaned forward and was pulling down on her nipples like he was trying to milk her. I moved forward to see better and daddy saw me. There I was with my night shirt under my chin, one hand feeling my nipples and the other franticly trying to make myself cum. Daddy smiled at me. I knew I was ok then.I took off my shirt, climbed up on the bed. I tried to scoot forward so daddy could see how wet my. I always had a thing for my french teacher miss Adams a skinny blonde, 21 not very tall and good set of boobs about a double d. Anyway i'd been behind on my french work for a few weeks now and she was getting angry with me so i said i'll stay after school to do more work and she thought it was a great idea. Every tuesday i would stay and i'd be me and her for whole hour to 2 hours. A month ago she broke up with her boyfriend and i was trying to cheer her up and it was working, but are chat was. We frantically removed our clothes and once again I reveled in the beauty that was standing in front of me, and the knowledge that she was someone else’s wife added even more to the excitement. Damn, I was going to fuck Chris’ wife so hard that he could hear it in Charlotte, NC.Melissa sat on the bed, and I took her face and turned it to me. Her beautiful brown eyes were closed as I gently kissed her, then we both opened our mouths and our tongues went crazy. We rolled on the bed in a tight.