I continued, “Imagine my surprise when Christie told me that you always tell her about your spankings, and the other mean things I do to you. That y...ou even showed her your ass the last time we visited your parents. So there was no reason at all that I shouldn’t have been spanking you regularly over the last two weeks, is there, Sidney?” I had been stewing on that all afternoon. She knew then she was toast. Two weeks of being a brat to pay for, plus lying to me. She looked around, nervously,. As it turned out he had a 10-11" cock, was very bi, and introduced me to the fantastic pleasure of dressing in stockings, panties, Basques, heels, wearing lipstick and taking big risks indoors late at night to dress up and suck each other off or have me lie down and he would ride my cock as I wanked him, both cumming over and over. We must have sucked licked kissed fingered each other 50-60 times over 4-5 month period, until my missus walked in one evening as he was sat in a chair, legs apart. For a brief moment she couldn’t say a word as she ogled the perfect, male specimen. Marveling at the rippling muscles of his arms, the broad shoulder’s, smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down to a taut, flat abdomen Of their own accord her eye’s dared to drift lower and she let out a gasp as she briefly, studied the flaccid, length of his penis and the corded, sinews of his thighs. Her cheeks coloring with abashment as her gaze seemed to linger on the virile length. 'She replied, 'Oh, thank ye, Father.'They then parted ways.Some years later they met again.The Father asked, 'Well now, Mrs. Donovan, how are ye these days?'She replied, 'Oh, very well, Father!'The Father asked, 'And tell me, have ye any wee ones yet?'She replied, 'Oh yes, Father! Two sets of twins and six singles, ten in all!'The Father said, 'That's wonderful! How is yer loving hoosband doing?'She replied, 'E's gone to Rome to blow out yer fookin' candle... 'God and his conversation with St..