Harry was thrilled to know that Yvonne was a willing partner in this fabulous act of decadence. He'd noted that whatever he'd said to her hadn't distu...rbed her in any way, in fact she seemed to like it."Fucking whore." SLAP "Filthy, fucking bitch." SLAP "Dirty, little trollop." SLAPThese vicious slaps on Yvonne's buttocks were as hard as Harry could make them"Oooow ... Yowwwww ... Fuck ... No ... No ... Ouuuuuuuch ... Stop..." Yvonne squealed and yelled as she kicked her legs and turned and. From the shallow end we swam back to the deep end and climbed out. She went up the ladder first,bra showing thru her blouse,skirt up around her waist,and I got another good look between her legs. She did trim herself,but there was some hair sticking out around her panties. Of course I had to reach out and touch her crouch. She turned her head and smiled at me. "You look nice too,Honey" she said. I was wearing a pair of those jocks shorts and I had a hudge hard-on.She took my rod. Suddenly I was whizzing through time/space to the same place as Barbara was. A boy, about fourteen or fifteen, had Barbie tribbing with another doll, and he wanted me to get in on the action.I noticed that he had a number of magazines lying about, and there were DVD jewel cases with pictures of girls that I thought I might recognise, I’m a long-time fan of Julie-Ann myself, although I didn’t know all of the names of the movies.The GI Joe body that I was in was a little bit more worn-out. In. All I could do was cock an eyebrow, and she nodded her head, then I saw her tear up. And it wasn't the sort of tearing up that you'd see over a lost love; it was tears of shame. Even at my seventeen years of age, I knew the difference.You have to understand that was in the early sixties. Sex abuse wasn't unknown, back then, but it was only whispers and jokes and families moving on short notice. And rumors then abounding about some secret shame.I had no idea what to say, though. I was shocked at.