Loving Tutors
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: KittyNat on 18-01-2011, 12:18:09</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Loving Tutors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KittyNat</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 12:18:09</strong>
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				Isabel turned off the car with a soft sigh. Another work day over. She collected her things and went inside, grateful as always that her work let her out earlier than the typical nine to five job. It give her time to relax a little before she began to prepare dinner for when her husband Will got home. <br><br>Their daughter Jordan was sometimes home this time of day, though she was often with her boyfriend Mark--a nice enough boy, though of course in Isabel's biased opinion, no one would ever be good enough for Jordan. <br><br>Isabel began to take things out of the cupboard and the fridge, starting water boiling and setting out ingredients for pasta sauce. She hummed softly as she began to cook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Tutors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 16:30:31</strong>
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				Jordan had been feeling jittery and nervous all day long. She'd tried her best to distract herself by studying--which usually helped her. But with AP exams already finished, and graduation only a week away, she had nothing to study <em>for</em>. So, she continued to pace around her room, waiting with bated breath for her parents to come home. <br><br>She wasn't entirely sure what was making her so nervous. The idea of talking to her parents about sex, or actually doing it with Mark. Somehow, it seemed the latter was the most pressing on her mind. Unlike most teenagers, Jordan was actually really comfortable when she was around her parents. They weren't the embarrassing sort, that pulled out baby pictures every time her friends came around. And neither did they try to be the 'cool' parents that would let you get away with anything. Somehow, they had managed to find the perfect balance between being her friend, and a guiding hand. <br><br>Jordan would talk to her parents about everything, and she always felt them listening to her. <em>That's the best thing about them</em>, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. She flopped down on her bed, lying spread-eagled on her back. Since the weather was already starting to show the signs of a hot summer, Jordan was wearing a sleeveless blue tank paired with white capri pants. Her hair, which was always frizzy, seemed to be twice it's usual volume because of the humidity. <br><br>Jordan pushed her hair back, and began to imagine what it would be like to lay like this, with Mark on top of her. She closed her eyes, and imagined his weight pressing against her, heavy but reassuring. His lips, placing soft kisses as they made their way up her arm, to the side of her neck, to her her cheek, until they finally pressed up against her mouth. She began to run her fingers up the side of her body, as she imagined this, and felt herself begin to grow excited. <br><br>She imagined him removing his own shirt, and tossing it to the floor, and then slowly inching her tank top up, exposing her breasts. She did this, feeling a shiver down her back as her finger played around the sensitive parts of her nipples. She was about to slip her other hand under her pants, when she heard the car door slam in the driveway. She jolted up, into a sitting position, pulling her shirt down--her face flushed with embarrassment. <br><br>As she heard her mother come in, she ran over to the mirror, and straightened herself--smoothing down her hair and pulling at her shirt. She then bounded downstairs, where her mother was already in the kitchen, making preparations for dinner.<br><br>"Evening Mom!" Jordan said, smiling at her. "How was work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Tutors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KittyNat</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 12:21:07</strong>
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				Isabel looked up from chopping vegetables when she heard footsteps on the stairs, and her face broke into a smile as Jordan came in.<br><br>"Hello sweetheart," she said, setting down her knife. "Work was...well, it pays the bills, hmm?" she said with a rueful smile. Isabel didn't mind her job, but there were so many things she'd rather do with her time--like spend more time with her daughter, quick before she left, as all children must do.<br><br>"How was school?" she continued. She smiled warmly at Jordan, thinking briefly how lucky she was to have such a beautiful, intelligent daughter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loving Tutors</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Victor</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 13:15:30</strong>
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				Will came home from work and walked in happy to find his two girls at work in the kitchen. He kissed his wife's lips and his daughter on the head. It never failed that he felt like a sinner when he came home. The secret desires that he felt, wondering if he might someday walk in to see them both talking naked on the couch or maybe even touching one another. He knew that his wife was a free spirit who liked young women and ever since their daughter had turned sixteen she was quite the fox. It seemed cruel sometimes that a father should have to see such a beautiful young woman, coming into her sexuality and not be able to acknowledge it at all.<br><br>But everyday he would just shake his head, driving his lust and self-pity to the back of his mind. He knew that his hard ons showed but his daughter didn't seem to notice it so he had given up on worrying about it. It seemed that Isabel was aware of his 'dirty thoughts', content to have him take out his incestuous lust on her.<br><br>"How was your day ladies?" They were ladies and he tried his best to treat them as such, he couldn't help that his body reminded him of all the things he would love to do to both of them together (many which he did do regularly with his gorgeous wife).
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