Today, Rachel thought to herself, was the last day of finals. Everyone else is out celebrating. And what am I doing? Sitting here. . . Still. Rachel s...at at her usual study station, tucked away in a corner of the stacks that almost no one found unless they already knew where it was. Spread out on her station were things that Rachel never left her room without: her journal, paper, pens of various colors, and a novel. From a very young age she had learned to appreciate the potential that a blank. " my mouth was dry."To be blunt with you, it will involve your balls and your penis." her stare intensified and I was like a rabbit in headlights. "Let me see please. Just drop your trousers for me will you."Fumbling I did so, not daring to question her right to strip me. My cock spoke for me anyway, it was rearing already. Well, I was just eighteen. She gestured to me to remove my underpants, holding out her wastepaper basket for me to throw them in."Yes, very good, excellent. Nice and firm. But, you need to taste it too. I don’t want to be selfish.” She jams her fingers back into my pussy and after several minutes she pulls them out again, this time soaked. Reaching from behind me she puts her fingers on my lips and commands me to suck all of the juice off her fingertips. I follow her command. Then I feel her fingers mover back and forth between my wet pussy and my asshole. Preparing me. With every touch, I become wetter. As I am finding pleasure in her touch, I don’t notice she. .." You can use the thing he had," she spoke, the words not registering immediately in my head. "The thing Charlie wanted to..."I put a finger to her lips, shushing her."Amy, we..." You can. ...I want you to."Her lips came to mine again, gentle, then probing. I kissed my daughter back knowing there was no going back from this anyway."Let's go in my room," I said finally, getting up off the cold tile and taking her hand to help her up. Amy's legs almost went again and I had to hold her for a.