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I don’t hesitate this time. I pull her into my arms again, that curvy form driving me nuts as it presses up against my bulk.

“Fast is good,” I growl into her ear. “Fast is real fucking good, and that’s how I move all the time, sweetheart. So you better learn sooner rather than later.”

I can tell she’s scandalized but at the same time, hugely turned on. Her breasts are heaving, the tips poking against my hard chest as she looks deep into my eyes. I can almost smell the musky scent of her cunt and the realization that there’s a hungry pussy within inches of my dick makes him go hard at once. Oh shit. I pull my suit jacket forwards to hide the bulge, but not before Ally catches sight of it.

“Mr. Lockhart!” she gasps, scandalized. “We’re at school!” But I know she loves it too.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” I rumble. “Just give me a minute. You can’t look like that and expect my body not to react.”

Heat floods her face, staining that beautiful décolletage a slight pink. I desperately want to bury my face in her boobs right now and to nuzzle the crevice in between, but it’s not right. We’re around children, for crying out loud. I can’t go all caveman on her right here, in her place of employment.

Fortunately, I’m saved by a middle-aged woman standing at the front of the room merrily tapping the side of a vase with a fork.

“Helloooo!” she cries out with a smile. “Hello, and welcome to Ladybug Tots’ Annual Fair! I’m Karen Gillen, principal of this esteemed establishment, and I want to thank you personally for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend this fundraiser. But before I begin, let me thank the generous donors we have in the crowd today.”

Oh fuck. The woman puts on her reading glasses and fumbles in her suit pocket for a moment before withdrawing a piece of paper. She unfolds it, clears her throat, and begins to read.

“Well, let’s start with the A’s,” she begins merrily. “Mr. and Mrs. Joel Adams. Mr. and Mrs. Kirby Appleby. Doctor and Mrs ….”

My eyes almost glaze over. It seems that we’re going to go through an entire half hour listening to this woman chant names as if she were reading prayers. Oh shit. Only the knowledge that my beautiful girl is next to me keeps me on my toes. Stealthily, I reach over and put an arm around her waist, drawing that curvy form close to mine. Ally raises brown eyes to me in shock, but then melts against my side with a smile. Good. I’m glad she’s just as bored as I am, although feeling that voluptuous form against mine is starting to get distracting.Down boy, the voice in my head speaks.Get yourself together.It’s right. This is a school, for crying out loud, and I can’t be a lech in public in front of these people.

Finally, the recitation is over and we move onto an overview of the day care.

“As you know, Ladybug Tots accomplishes many wonderful things every hour of every school day,” says Principal Gillen seriously, pushing her reading glasses up higher on her nose. “To demonstrate our accomplishments, the staff at Ladybug Tots has prepared a slideshow of our teaching techniques. It’s a mixture of fun, games, and serious pedagogical methods, starring your children at work and play. Priscilla! Lights please!”

With that, the room goes dark and a laptop begins to hum. Sure enough, we’ve transitioned from a boring speech into an evenmoreboring slideshow. Shit. How in the world am I going to keep myself awake for this? Fortunately, I have Ally’s curvy body next to me, and suddenly an idea flashes to life in my mind. It’s dirty and scandalous, but it’sexactlywhat I need from this beautiful girl.

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My fingers curve around Ally’s waist, pulling her voluptuous form close. She turns and shoots me a smile, so sweet that my heart practically melts. Shit, Ally doesn’t deserve this, so I hold myself still for the time being, attempting to be a gentleman. It’s not going to work, but I have to make an effort at least. My chest feels constricted and I can barely breathe from the arousal rushing through my veins.

Principal Gillen drones on and on as slides begin to flash on-screen, accompanied by jazzy music and colorful, block letter captions. How can she think that this is what parents want to see? But sure enough, as the slideshow begins, the adults around me begin to coo.

“Oooh, look Bob, there’s little Jaden!” squeals one woman, pointing at a little boy on screen standing in a sandbox with a pail upside down on his head. “Isn’t he darling?”

The proud papa nods and smiles as Principal Gillen begins to speak in a monotone once more. She’s practically reading straight from her note cards now.

“As you can see, this child is playing in a sandbox. Standard pedagogical methods would dictate that we teach this child to build sand castles, and to explore his architectural fantasies. But instead, Ladybug Tots uses the inverted pail on his head to teach shapes. Specifically, the inverted pail is known as atruncated cone. Jaden Warmby, age 4, now knows what a truncated cone is!” she trumpets proudly.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. A truncated cone? Who cares? Besides, what normal human being uses the word “truncated,” much less a four year-old? If anything, I’m beginning to think this day care isn’t right for my daughter.

But the other parents around me are oohing and ahing, delighted to see photos of their tots on the screen even if the principal is an airheaded lunatic. I just shake my head in the darkness. Go figure. You can’t buy common sense, that’s for sure.

A soft giggle catches my attention, and I tug Ally closer. My control is breaking.

“You getting a kick out of this?” I murmur into the perfect seashell of her ear.

She sighs a bit, her laughter commingled with ruefulness.

“Yes and no,” she whispers. “I mean yes, because Principal Gillen is ridiculous. Flat out batshit crazy. It’s so hard to do what she wants sometimes because her requests can be far-out. But at the same time, sometimes I really try my best to listen and absorb what she’s saying because she’s soearnest. She really believes this stuff, and you have to give someone that committed a chance.”

I merely shake my head again, pulling her closer. By now, Ally’s no longer melded against my side. Instead, she’s pulled against my front, her back to my chest, and I wrap both my arms around her mid-section. This is nice. Real nice. The softness of her heaving tits just grazes the top of my forearm, and I like having the curvy girl close to me like this. I rest one chin on her shoulder, watching as more slides go by. The principal’s voice drones on and on as I whisper.

“But would you want this foryourchild?” I ask softly in her ear. “Knowing that he or she was learning according to these bizarre teaching methods that make no sense?”

Ally giggles while trying to shush me.