I wanted to kiss her that time but held myself back. We had completely forgotten that we were holding hands and soon as she realized it she let it go ...and blushed a little. We called it a day.It was teacher’s day and every student had to give his/her teacher something or the other and the teacher would give her favorite student something. Well I wanted sex from Sabha and after lots of flirting and securing best grades in her subject had made her happy and she considered me as her favorite. ”“Why not call the number on the card?”“Because that could easily be faked. He can also get the phone number from the White Pages if he wants to be sure.”“My dad isn’t QUITE that crazy,” Iris said. “But he did talk to Sensei Ichirou who said you were, and I quote, ‘a responsible, honorable man who should be treated with the utmost respect’.”“I’d say that’s more likely to be said about him, but I appreciate his confidence. I’ll talk to Kassidy’s dad and arrange for you to come to our office in. Come on," he said grabbing her hand and leading her to the dance floor.Matilda allowed him to place his hands on her lower back and she started to sway to the music with him. She rested her head on his broad chest and closed her eyes and tried to feel the music. She forgot about the other people around them and began to move her hips more and pressed her breasts against him. He responded by reaching lower and rubbing her bottom. Then, lifting her chin, he gently kissed her lips. It seemed like. My father peeks his head around my door. “Can I come in?” He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod sweetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt. “Sure, dad. What do you need?” I wonder through my teeth. Maybe it’ll be small so I can finish. “Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up.” He replies, placing his hand on my knee. “Sure, give.