I licked my lips, and lightly started moaning. "Beth ... stop it ... stop..." When he said that I knew I had won. I knew my own father, my own flesh a...nd blood was going to fuck me. I was so excited. I he came over and sat next to me. He stared at my pussy. I pulled my spankie to the side and revealed my wet pussy. "Touch it." I prompted him. He looked at me, a little nervous, but he wanted to, bad. "Go ahead." I tentatively reached out his hand, and touched my clit. I shivered in pleasure, and. " Did you report the matter to the school principal for investigation?" No, because I thought it wouldn't be a good idea. The whole school would have come to know about the photos and the wordings. That would have embarrassed my daughter and me, not to mention my wife." So, what happened after that?" asked the psychiatrist friend."The photos and his words started to affect my feelings?" What do you mean? Were you troubled?" I was not troubled but... but I started to have some unnatural. Jasmine Storey was calm but inside she was extremely angry. The two sixth formers sitting on the chairs, looking down at their shoes were going to feel her displeasure at dragging the good reputation of St. Katherine’s Girls’ School through the dirt. The forty-five-year-old teacher looked across at Helen Downey, who nodded back at her.It was time.“Right, Abbie and Karen. You both know why you are here and what is going to happen to you this afternoon.” Jasmine Storey spoke softly but with her. I got me a bus ticket. I’d saved a few bucks working; I was pretty sure I could get me a room cheap enough once I was up there. It turned out that I was right, and, a job! Was I a lucky sonovabitch or what!The Sand Bar was the very definition of a dive bar: friendly, smallish, with an outdoor patio, and a pool room with two more or less well-balanced tables. The owner, Angel Suarez, was friendly and knowledgeable about the area and in my first week in the village I learned a lot. And more.