He came to stand behind her, another smirk on his lips. “You can’t do it, can you, Elisabeth?” His palm skimmed over her flat stomach, continui...ng lower to the thin band of her navy-blue lace panties. He closed the gap between them, the finely tailored grey trousers he wore tightened as his member grew harder. She stood frozen, powerless to his advances. Her hand relaxed into a loose ball and rested against the top of one of her thighs as his other hand snaked around her waist and held her in. She smiled slightly, though her inner smile was much wider, seeing him walking, his butt muscles going up and down with each step, and his toned back showing different muscles with each movement of the stick. She also had never been with a man taller than her, and she realised how big he was when he had to stoop slightly, while she was walking upright with still a bit of clearance from the trees. This path she was on seemed like a fairy tale to her — with sunlight filtering through the arched. He was a good teacher, hardworking and dedicated. I did not attend the junior high school where he taught, but, more than once, when a classmate asked me, "Is Mr Sutherland your dad?" and I answered, "Yes", the response would be:"He was tough, but fair."But he had touch of naivete, and he told me, more than once, that that characteristic ruined his chances for advancement, at least in Henderson, New York, my home town. The principal at his junior high had resigned, and my dad made the mistake. But she’s so upset. It breaks my heart. “I’ll try and work on it, ok? Just please be patient with me. Being nude is so new to me. Honestly it makes me extremely uncomfortable but I want to work on it because I know that it means so much to you. I’ll give it another shot, ok? Let me just get my shirt-“ “Thanks, dad,” Ava interrupts, with a low, still sulking voice. She’s still in a foetal position turned away from me, nude as usual. I can see her butt crack and pussy lips between her thighs. She.