"Stand up and take your shorts off," he told me. "What?" "You heard me." I did as he said. I took off my shorts right in front of him, which wasn't th...at odd. I walked around in my panties all the time. He put me back on his lap and began with the slapping my ass again. One after the other. It began to sting like hell. "Daddy that's starting to really hurt." "That's the point," he said through gritted teeth. "You should see your ass, it's bright fucking red!" he laughed. I started whining a. Do you watch them with your wife?” she asked. “To be honest no. My wife and I have watched videos together, but the ones with you in were not mine, but at a friend,s house.” I blurted. “I do hope you enjoyed them. Well I must go. Perhaps I,ll see you again before we fly back to California.” “I do hope so.” “So what,s your name then.l” she asked. “Joe. Joe Taylor. Miss Connors.” “Domcall me Carol Joe.” Her smile was sweet yet her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I,ll bet you get very bored doing. The door didn't open at first, but I didn't really need to see her face for what I had to say anyway."Carrie, this is your brother-in-law Dan, Ned's older brother. We've only briefly met a few times and I know we're all having a bit of a family disagreement right now, but I've got something important to say anyway." Deep breath ... think happy thoughts ... try not to get shot."Carrie, please stop the drug use and the heavy drinking. It's not healthy for you right now. Things are starting to get. You’ll notice, I’m sure, that there’s no anal. In the early 60’s asses were for shitting, not for fucking. It wasn’t until the late 60’s—the onset of the sexual revolution—that we learned about things like the female orgasm, and the ass’s multi-functionality. It’s just past 10 a.m. Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend, 1962. It’s a beautiful spring day, the kind I find most often in the Northeast. Temperature in the mid-70’s, low humidity, and just a mere hint of a breeze, so I’m comfortable.