Her dark hair in disarray over the pillow looking for all the world like it’d been styled for just such an occasion.“Good morning, daddy,” she s...aid brightly, her eyes adjusting to the overhead light. “You didn’t trip over girl, did you?”“Girl? That’s your mom. And she’s laying on the cold floor. And she’s naked. What’s going on, pumpkin?”Patricia was waking up too, but much more slowly than Evelyn had. “Can I get in bed now, mistress? You left the a/c on and it’s freezing in here.”I just looked. So, when I heard a woman say, "I told him he could finger-bang me for a B+," my attention was immediately piqued. Was a professor trading grades for sex and, more interestingly, was he using a sliding scale of increasingly better grades for more involved acts? Surely, there was a story there. But, the moment I glance over the edge of the books I'm perched on, I realize my mistake. The speaker is not, as I assumed, a dewy-eyed freshman with a keen negotiating skill, but a professor speaking to. We see a lot of each other just like you and I see a lot of each other. I don't hate men, I just never found one that was worth much. I know Lilly feels the same way." Maybe so. But folks is saying that you two are lovers. The way you come in shining sometimes I could believe it."Daisy was a little shocked. Her and Lilly had been very discreet. They never touched each other off the farm. The pat that Billy Taylor saw wasn't much of one. But she realized that it was enough to start the rumors. “Come closer” instructed Mandy. I got as close as I dared without my legs touching theirs. I knew by now touching was not an option, at least not yet. Mandy raised her feet up onto the bed and with her knees wide apart this had the effect of opening up her pussy and exposing her arse to me. Rose copied her. I was now working my cock slowly up and down, not wanting this to be over too quick, but conscious of being caught. My eyes were flitting between the two pussies in front of me, both so.