“Now tell me about this girl,” Dad said.“Her name is Katie,” I told him. “She plays the oboe in Concert Band, but she’s part of The Pit fo...r marching season. She plays tympani for part of the program.”“I think I know who you’re talking about,” Dad said. “If it’s the one I’m thinking of, she’s kind of cute.”“I think she is,” I admitted. How uncomfortable should I be with the idea that my dad thinks my girlfriend is cute?“There was a woman that helped move the pit on the field at the competition. "It'll help with the demonstration," I said with a reassuring tone, wondering just how stupid these girls were.Madison and Lacy were entitled little college girls, sent to me for private tutoring, an attempt to avert the inevitable disaster predicted by their plummeting GPAs. They were eighteen years old with the intellectual prowess of twelve year olds, and today, I was teaching them physics, a subject that neither one of these two bimbos had a hope of learning."Today, girls, we're going to. John turns around the corner and sees me leaning back on the sofa, my robe half open; I’m naked under my robe. I’m caressing my tits and lightly fingering my pussy. And I tell him, “Come on John—this is what I’m having this morning. Like you always say, if I’m having some, you can join me!” I start fingering my pussy and tell him that he has to sit down and do exactly what I’m doing. Soon my robe is wide open and I’m so fucking turned on, spanking my clit and finger-fucking myself hard; I'm. “You were telling me how this accident happened. Oh, and by the way, Mrs Davies is not to badly hurt I understand.”“Oh, Good. Good.”“So come on then. What happened?”“Nothing!”“Dad! You don’t end up at the bottom of a field wrapped around a tree so badly that the fire brigade have to cut you free. And the police are no help, they wouldn’t tell me anything except you’d broken a few bones. What happened? Did you lose control or something? And why was Mrs Davies there?”“The car just sort of.