I was driving around the city in my car when I spotted her in the market. At first instance, I was about to pass her, but my heart said NO, just one l...ast time, give it a try.She had been my all-time crush at the school. I’d never miss a class of hers and she unknowingly made sure she kept my dick excited all the time. That great bust and an amazing swing of her ass in that saree was a killer thing for all guys in the school. She was a head turner with all those curves and a fairy white skin.. (RED, RED, RED!) She really smiled then! She asked me how and what I did to take care of them. So, reluctantly I told her. She pressed in certain areas for details. She just got happier and happier! I got a permanent blush from head to toe!Surprisingly, she asked me if I was thirsty. I said, "Yes." (STUPID thing to do!) Off we went to the "nurses only" dining room. It wasn't empty! The looks, smiles, chuckles and all around stares I received was uncomfortable to say the least! She introduced me. He doesn’t say a word even as I provoke him. His perfume is overpowering and of a cheap variety. He doesn’t caress me, nor does he stay long. I only hear a few low groans and a muffled cry as he shoots his load into my pussy. Funnily enough, he tugs at my skirt as if covering me up before he leaves. Perhaps I’ve just happened upon another dutiful dad unable to control himself. Again, the thought of provoking such a raw burst of desire ignites me.Time drags on. Despite my orgasm, I squirm to rub. "Hell."The solution wasn't the best, but then there wasn't a 'best' that either of us could think of. So, I have a binder that I can reach under the couch and get. It has a washcloth in it. Nothing looks suspicious. The worst of it is that Theresa has to pick it up, dump it into the wash and fold another in there. So far, it had worked.Yesterday, when Jessica was taking her shower, Theresa told me that she could tell that I was more at ease. Even though she didn't like changing the cloth, she.