All her feelings of safety and security in the world were slipping away with her clothes. Her thick, warm socks had taken on an almost irrational impo...rtance to her. Right now she wanted more than anything to be able to keep them on. She knew the order of her stripping didn't matter; that she would be buck naked in a few minutes anyway. Looking around, Susan could see how anxious the men were to see her most private parts. Realizing that denying them that pleasure for a few moments longer was. I’d hear the bad girls, you know the loose ones, talk about it, but never thought I’d touch one. Holding that hard cock in my hand, I just couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside me. ‘I guess the best part of it was knowing I was the one that made that pecker of yours rock hard. I could do it to you just by raising my skirt up. I’d let you slide you hand up under my skirt when we’d go out to dinner. A few minutes later you were shifting about in your chair. I knew I had that cock of. She sat on the toilet. Her panties down at her ankles. That big T-shirt she wore when she went to bed pulled up, but still covering her tits. My attention was immediately caught by her skinny legs. She didn’t seem to care at all. A few seconds later the sound of urine hitting the toilette filled the room. I ignored her. Brushed my teeth. Then she began to talk: “So, mom and you are a loving couple from now on?”I had no clue what to answer. So I just pulled up my shoulders. Made the I don’t know. .." I hear my father sigh, alongside noisy slurping sounds. I edge closer to the crack between the door hinge and being a naive, young student, am stunned at what I see.My father is laid back in his big desk chair with his eyes closed and between his legs and on her knees is his young secretary, Deborah. Her tongue is greedily slurping up and down his erect shaft, her hands cupping his balls, while the wrap around dress she has on, is open at the front, allowing her breasts to swing freely to.