Chapter 92

How does he respond?

He slips off the ring.

Mr. Thatch is in a daze. He remembers his vows at the altar, and he remembers his professional obligations. But there's too many elements against him. His eyes are settled on your daughter's tasty cleavage, his hands are imagining how her ripe breasts will feel to squeeze, his tongue is brushing his teeth wondering at the taste of her mouth, and his ears are hoping to hear the moans of some sweet young slut, getting broken in just before college. His principles are outnumbered by his desires.

Wordlessly, Mr. Thatch exhales, and slides the golden ring off of his finger, leaving it on the desk. Sophia Jr. slinks out from her chair, going to Mr. Thatch, finally laying her hands on him. The empty school surrounds them with silence, broken by the sound of Sophia Jr pulling down Mr. Thatch's zipper. She knows how to play to a man's ego, and has herself nestled directly in-between his legs, ready to pull out his cock. She's something of a talented performer herself, and she's planning to give an astonished reaction to his cock, just to pull him in deeper.

As it turns out, her shock is genuine. Fully hard, Mr. Thatch's dick swings out as she rolls down his waistband, and she lets the full length fall down over her face. It reaches from her chin nearly to the top of her face, and she savors the scent, so similar to yours, but with its own notes and flavor.

"Oh my God, Mr. Thatch... I never thought it would be this huge! You're almost as hung as my--" she catches herself before she outs her incestuous secret, but the words have the right effect. Mr. Thatch runs his fingers through her delicate hair, still seemingly unwilling to speak, like he hasn't yet come to terms with what he's doing. But the smile spreading across his face shows that it won't be long.