Every time she bit on my lip, I bit back, one of the times I heard what I almost thought was a slight groan, leading into her hand grabbing my waist a... little harder. Every time she tried to suck the air out of my lungs, I pulled it back. The kiss couldn’t have been very long, but it felt like a year. Finally, she pulled back and away, both of us gasping for air, taking all the oxygen away from the already tight atmosphere around us.She broke the silence, “There, now you’ve had a kiss.” She then. Nita usually dresses either stylishly or California-casual; I wasn't prepared for the poorly-cut, cheaply made, out-of-date, dress she was wearing. Rather than her usual pony tail, or her occasional mild perm, she had her hair in schoolgirl bangs - it looked as if someone had stuck a bowl on her head and cut across the front."Nita?" At least her smile was the same - her usual quirky grin. But when I got closer, she held out her hand to me rather than running in for a kiss."Dave? I so glad be. She sucked in her breath but didn't speak. For all her candidness, she remained unaccustomed to such specific and graphic talk.Again, nudging her thigh to keep her attention, I went on, "No. For us... for you... incest isn't about fucking." Again, the little gasp. In a softer voice I added, "I think your fear of incest is about getting pregnant," and then fell silent.She exploded, "Cripes, Billy! Pregnant! By you? Where in heck did that notion come from? That's silly. That's goofy, you know. "The bra!" Beth complied, exposing her round, perky breasts and hard, pink nipples,suppressing a smile as she heard Mr. Fraser's gasp of lust. She pressed herfingertips against her nipples, pinching them and rubbing them further untilMr. Fraser told her to stop. "Bend over," he muttered. "It's your ass I want." He smacked the belt against his hand, and then raising it high, broughtit down hard on the soft white buttocks inclined towards him. Beth's piercingscream tore through the office, and.