Today, nothing. Just as the clock turned to 10pm I herd her key in the front door.I launched into the “What time do you call this young lady?” tal...k.She just stared at me, lifted her skirt, pulled down her now not very white tiny thong and demanded “Was I a young lady when you did this to my underwear?”She tossed her thong at me and continued “What sort of father fills his daughter's panties with spunk? I bet you were thinking it wasn't just my panties you were cumming into. I could hardly get. She could almost taste it on the muggy air, the undeniable scent of sweat and fucking. She was beyond shame now, Sleethe was impossible to refuse, the very proposal itself a rumbling call that made her knees give out and her loins drip like a faucet. She had given herself to him the moment he had asked, hoping perhaps that they could stay out of sight in the recess, but now their cover was blown and they had provoked some kind of breeding frenzy.No matter, her coworkers couldn’t chastise her. She went to get her car and parked it right in front of the entrance hidden by bushes, I quickly got in the car and crouched down until she had driven a safe distance from the college. Luckily my head was resting on her thigh, and I could still smell her wet cum filled pussy in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but smile knowing it was my seed in her fertile womb. Just the thought that my face was once again inches away from my teachers cunt made my cock jump in my pants as I placed one. When it came to style, it was more like I saw the impeccable taste and style that she had, and wanted to attain the same level as she did in regards to clothing, home décor, etc. She knew exactly what she was doing and occasionally she would make random concerned suggestions about something in my life. I thought it was very sincere when she said that I should let my hair grow even longer (at the time it was just touching my shoulder.) I was hesitant because I had never let it grow further so.