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He knew that he shouldn't be doing it but it felt so good, it felt so right. Her lips on his, her hands on him, his hands on her. They would kill him if they found out, they all would. She was only sixteen, he was twenty-six, he was her teacher, he was supposed to protect her from guys like him. Her parents trusted him, that's why they agreed to let her spend the summer with him, no questions asked. He simply suggested it when they decided they wanted to go on a second honeymoon. He knew that they didn't really want to take her with them, even thought they said they did. He simple gave them an out. He wasn't really at fault, not really, couldn't they see his desire for her? Couldn't they see that they had been intimate during the school year? That he was the reason she didn't go home during the holidays? That she was the reason that he didn't go over during the holidays? How could they not see. So it wasn't his fault, not really, that they let her stay with him for three months. Besides it gelt so good. Her mouth around his cock, licking, nipping, sucking it. His hands pulling on her hair, pulling her closer. It felt good, so good. His hands sliding over her body, pulling her over him, pulling her on to him, feeling her as she rocked on him, sliding back and forth, gasping his name, "Teddy, Teddy, Teddy." He groaned. It felt so good, it felt so right. Rocking, rocking, rocking. Closer, closer, closer, there. "Lily!" Yes, it wasn't his fault. It was theirs. It felt so good, so so good.
