I always wore a pair of panties, though,” she added, then carried on.“I would ‘go to sleep’ on my back, with my hands over my chest, and my le...gs slightly parted. After a while, I would feel Craig’ hand reaching down to feel how long my nightie was. He would lift it as high as it would go without him actually pulling it. It would probably end up resting on my stomach, then he would let go for a minute or two, to make sure he hadn’t woken me.”Her hand slowly started sliding up and down my cock. When Darcy saw that I had finished my pie she starting walking towards my table. As she sometimes did on slow nights, she sat down on the edge of the booth seat across from me as she topped off my glass of tea and asked me how my week had been going. This was perfect, the only thing I needed to remember was to make sure my cock was pointing at an angle away from her so I didn't accidentally shoot my load in her direction and have drops of my semen splattering off of her teenage knees; even. You say, "OH BOY, I guess I owe you another blow job." I reply, "no, this time you are getting a spanking." You say, "you can't be serious!" I tell you that I'm totally serious and inform you that you are to bend over my desk. You bend your shapely ass over my desk, and I place my forearm over the small of you back, and then I pull your short skirt up over your back. You say, "wait a minute, you can't do that." I soon see that you are wearing skimpy red panties that reveal an incredibly. To help give her inspiration, I often would send her links to the websites of photographers whose work, in any genre, which I found interesting.Shortly after Christmas of her junior year, Ronnie, now 16, came to visit and spend a week shooting pictures with me. The first couple of days were mild and sunny and we spent a lot of time outdoors around the tourist hangouts, which we had mostly to ourselves. The pictures we were both getting were great.The third morning of her visit, the weather was.