Emma gasped as her father's thick fingers pressed against the smooth, wet lips of her pussy. Just enough to barely part them. Her whole body tingled with the anticipation of more, rocking against his fingers as he told her what a naughty girl she was.

"Not all day, just half of it," Emma protested, like that was somehow better. "I don't think anyone saw, but the English teacher is such a stuck up perv, I think he'd be a lot nicer if girls let him see their pussies and tits more often. I kept imagining you fucking me on his desk and showing him and the whole class how it was done."

And yes, sneaking a rub or two to her pussy when she could get away with it, mostly only serving to rile her up more.