I really wanted to know what his cock looked like, how he could use it, anything. I could feel the damp spot in my panties and clenched my legs togeth...er to attempt to dull the throb, but actually it ended up making it worse. Suddenly I was really glad the classroom was empty. My hand slid slowly down the front of my jeans after unbuttoning and unzipping them, toying with my wet mound over my panties. God, I was soaking. I slid one finger apart from the rest and gently rubbed my clit through my. She began just above my knee, running her tongue up the inside of my leg until she found herself at my clitoris. She paused for a moment, looking up to flash me yet-another cheeky smile. I felt like I might explode at any minute, we were heading towards the culmination of a story we'd started some 15 hours earlier when she'd taken pity on my staggering, drunken self. She dived in, licking me so precisely, like she knew exactly how I liked it, as if we'd been together for years and knew exactly. She agreed. And so I am waiting for Linda and I am mad. Sometime after dinner, I hear her car arrive and I go to the window to watch her. Her legs are not long but shapely. Today she has encased them in black nylons. Her black mini-skirt does not quite hide all of the lacy tops of her stockings and they peek out as she moves. Her blouse is baggy white but thin enough to easily reveal the black bra she wears beneath it. When she stands with her small overnight bag in her hand, the texture of. “From age twelve to sixteen,” she says looking down. “At sixteen, I was too old for him.” She continues in anger as I listen. Not wanting to interrupt. “He’s been to court many times since I can remember, for promising underage girls sex for stardom. He is powerful and is friends with powerful people. So he gets away with it. Even my mother, who knows, is afraid to leave him. So ... Is your life more fucked up than mine?”Wow, I can’t image that life of being abused by your own father. And.