Lilly whimpered as I began lapping up the mixture of her and my juices. Blowjob sex After a few seconds of confusion I knew exactly what she meant. “Jesus, Matt” she moaned “That was amazing.”
“Hey, Lilly, I’ve changed my mind; call me daddy when we’re not in class.” I instructed. In January my wife, Lilia, died in a car crash and since then I have been depressed. However, as I was teaching my classes, I began to notice the girls more; I stared at the long, thin, smooth legs, the upright but slightly curved backs and the rounded, perfect arses of the heavenly goddesses. “Hi, sir” she whispered shyly. “Okay, daddy I will” she confirmed, gleaming adorably whilst trying to stand up. “Why wait until tomorrow, Lilly?” I asked as my perverted thoughts took over my mind. “I love you, baby” I saucily whispered in her ear. For the first half of winter term I went to work every day except every other Friday (the headmistress and I
