Every day that first week we sat and talked, then I would go and help her feed the seagulls. She entranced me. At night I would masturbate to fantasie...s of her then feel guilty for having such thoughts. I was 28, a professional woman with a whole career at stake if I ever carried out my designs on young Cheryl. My feelings seemed out of control and their intensity frightened me.I would look at Cheryl's slim young body dressed always in a pair of cotton shorts and a loose top that failed to hide. Her heart was in her mouth, pounding steadily with her excitement at the thought of watching her daughter being abused and punished for their entertainment."It's all the more exciting because she is such an exemplary pupil," Brian added. "Will we see everything, I mean, absolutely everything?" he asked eagerly."I'd love to be able to touch her," Jessica murmured wistfully."Oh God yes!" Brian gasped with his remaining breath. Miss Ashton smiled as she too became excited by the prospect. "There. Both girls were discussing the size of their bosoms and talking about bras (they let me see them measuring their bib tits later), touching their bosoms and emphasising their cleavages, and then Miss Velvetina flashed Her stocking-top and that pushed me over the verge. I’d been standing there in my mac, open-mouthed as they talked about how big their tits were (their words) while I gawped with an erect penis straining in my wank-trousers under my mac. I had my hand in my pocket throughout, which. "Ohhhhh, yeah," she moaned as violent convulsions of orgasm drilled through her horny cunt.As the girl's orgasm began to die down, Mike reached behind him and thrust two fingers deeply into her spasming cunthole. She squealed and came again. He could feel her cunt walls squeezing his fingers hard, and her pussysauce gushed all over his hand."Ohhhhh, God, Daddy! Your cock's hard! I have to feel it up my pussy again! Pleeeease fuck meeee, Daddy!" the horny young blonde begged."Sure, honey," Mike.