My father was a typical man of his generation. An uneducated, highly intelligent labourer who wasn’t afraid to roll his sleeves up. He also didn’t... faff about when it came to discipline. “A degree or a military beatdown,” Dad said point-blank. "Pick one.”His eyes were fixed on me like a hawk stalking its next meal. I knew he wasn’t kidding around this time.I wasn’t a bad kid by a stretch, but I wasn’t exactly a joy for parenting either. My luck was running out when it came to testing his. Henzi, the new teacher helper, steps in. She's twenty-two, just three years younger than me, freshfaced and just out of college, she's been the subject of many of my lesbian based fantasies."Oh, I'm..s...sorry!" she says, her cheeks reddening, as she tugs nevously at her long brown hair."That's okay, come sit down," I say casually, patting my lap.I can see the confusion written all over her face, and then the realization of what I'm implying hits her. A slow smile starts up on her face, and she. Shewas becoming a regular. In an effort to impress, the barista wasfaultlessly efficient, their coffees appeared briskly. The two youngwomen moved off to the bar to add their fixings, betraying to anyonewith eyes that they were especial friends. Wanda passed Kei the no-fatmilk, and then waited to add some herself."Got a minute?" Wanda asked, trying to sound casual."Not really," K responded, waving the coffee cup in the generaldirection of the University. "I have a meeting." Oh." Wanda was. It added to her fun and motivated her to be more animated as they played. She licked the dildo and sucked on it close to the phone so Rocco would hear. Stopping only for a moment she added, “Oh you like it, don’t you honey? I wanna take you deep into my throat now, playing with your balls. Just enjoy it, honey…”She moaned into the phone as she held the dildo next to the phone and put her mouth around it. Pushing it slowly into her mouth, she kept going and moaned until it was so deep she.