You two went PARKING?”“Yeah!” Stacey said, laughing. “And right after you dropped me off, too, slut!”“What can I say?” Becky said, shrug...ging. “He just had to have me, that’s all.”“And I can’t believe you wanted until TODAY to tell me you made it with your dad!” Stacey smacked Becky’s thigh. “What’s up with that?”“Well, we weren’t in the Circle, were we?”“Oh, please!”“Don’t ‘oh please’ me! You were late to the gym, AGAIN, and the locker room was full, and we weren’t alone, were we?” Becky. Yeah, I had drunk too much, stared even more and was really not thinking straight as she stood up and stretched that sexy form and turned side to side in front of me. I was back to getting hard before she came down off of her tip toes! “Thanks for coming down and helping me. Steve is so caught up in his work he isn’t worth shit around the house these days and I wouldn’t have had the guts to try doing all of this on my own.” She smiled at me and I moved the blanket into a bigger pile on my lap. I could really feel my poor bottom heating up. She also was rubbing my bottom between spanks, so I didn't know if I would receive a moment of pleasure or pain during the spanking. After about five to ten minutes of an over the knee spanking from Mary she said,"I thought Joyce would be back by now. Clyde, do you know where she stores the other spanking instruments she uses on you?"I sometimes need to bring the spanking instruments out to my wife when she spanks me, so I said, " Yes, they are. Horseville had changed from when Gerry Frankel made his pornos, the derelict shops were gone and replaced with a great row of half built whore houses, none of them finished and most of main street was levelled to make room for a parking lot which was just about empty, and the whole place had this feel like Armageddon had been and gone, see everyone went to Hollywood after fame and fortune, because when it was famous there was no whorehouse and when thy had the whore-houses were near built all.