They then hoisted their dresses up so the hems were above their waists and stood, looking embarrassed and humiliated, with their pussy hair mounds on ...show. Of course, they didn’t mind showing the teacher they fancied their pussy’s, and would happily have fully undressed if it encouraged them to ease their fingers inside their beckoning vagina’s.Mrs Jasper ordered, “Bend over the table, girls. You know what to do.”The three girls were still blushing as they stepped over to the caning table which. She always said no, but when we talked about it, her pussy would get so wet the sheets would get soaked. I knew she wanted to fuck him, she was just apprehensive about admitting to me that she did. Early one morning Debbie and I were in the bedroom in the back of our trailer making love. The whole time I begged her to let me go get Bobby to join us. He was in the living room watching TV at the time. She was so hot and wet I don't think my cock had any affect on her. Debbie got on her knees. I looked right into his eyesand said,"I'm sorry, Eric. I had no right to get so angry overwhat amounted to nothing, really. I was stressed outby all that has happened in the last couple of oursand I took it out on you. Can you forgive me?"He sat there, looking at me, seemingly trying to seeinto my head and my mind. Then he said,"Yes, Holly, I CAN forgive you, because I've beenthere too! You have to remember that I WAS where youARE right now! I've lived the very same things youare going through. How could I have taken advantage of her in that way? Would I ever forgive myself? More importantly would I lower my guard and fuck her again? I am supposed to protect her not fuck her; right now I just enjoyed watching her; right now she looked like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. We chatted about what we should do tomorrow; whether we should go out or maybe just chill at home; have a barbecue of the weather was right. Maybe we could go to the cinema we were back to being a dad and his.