Theresa and her dad

Theresa quickened her pace as
she neared her home. Almost
running now, she reached her
block panting hard, the
images of the day�s events
gathering like a rain cloud in her mind. The day had started innocently
enough. Going to school at
seven, reporting for flag rising,
the usual. But there was
where the similarities stopped.
Returning to class, Theresa was unable to
concentrate. Glancing sideways,
she
found herself staring at the
crotch of her classmate. At
the same time, she was shocked to find that she was
caressing her breasts as she
fixed her gaze on her
classmate. Embarrassed, she
quickly removed her hand.
Trying desperately to get back to her studies, Theresa
knew that she had to quench
her desire if she was to have
any piece of mind. Seated at the corner back of
the class, Theresa placed her
bag beside her, facing the
class. Lying down as if with
sleep, she spread her legs a
little, and glanced furtively about as she slid her skirt up
to her thighs. Reaching in
obtrusively, she pulled the
nylon aside as she slid a
finger into her slippery wet
folds. Sandwiching her clit between her fingers, she
rubbed it gently, the
stimulation
eliciting a soft moan from her.
Luckily, no one seemed to
hear her as everything around her dulled and she could
only feel and sense that
incoming orgasm. Leaving her
now
swollen clit alone, she inserted
a finger into her tight cunt, which contracted, upon
her finger. Knowing that
secret spot within her, she
manipulated her finger to
contact her g-spot. Placing a
fingertip upon this sensitive area, she moved her
finger in and out of her,
making sure that her finger
was in constant contact with
her g-spot.