.."Again, I was pounding her harder than ever. I groaned in mental pain. "I'm not your daddy, Lin." But you're fucking my mom. And she even calls you ...husband... my big daddy..."Automatically, I thrusted harder again when she said that. "Please... just don't..." Okay, okay... ugh... Fuck me... daddy."I was lost and delirious with pleasure. I couldn't stop her from using the word. But by now Lin was even more lost to her own pleasure. She was screaming and writhing with every push, fucking me as. She's puerto rican and I've known her since kindergarten.As she starts to get dressed, I start flat ironing my hair.By the time I'm done, Ciella's dressed and ready.When we arrived in the courtyard, where the graduation ceremony was going to take place, my boyfriend was there talking to his friends. I walked over and hugged him.“Hey, babe,” EJ said.“Hello, love,” I said. “Are you excited?”“Yeah, you?”“I'm going to miss everybody, but I guess I am.”“You can still see me.”“Aren't you going to. We have the image of one or two guys that might have been in the vicinity, but we couldn't make out anything that would be useful. It was one of the old systems that took a picture in black and white every three seconds. It was inconclusive and pretty much useless." Could I see it? Maybe there's something I might see that you didn't."He shrugged and pulled out a DVD, slipping it in a small player sitting on the table. I could see what the detective meant. The picture was grainy, dark from a. Dana came from a conservative family that believed in spanking clear into the teenage years. So even though it may have been 15 years since her last spanking, she had a good idea what to expect when she told Jim, “Let’s just get this over with”.The basketball team members were expecting his call, and started over to his house immediately. But Jim didn’t wait for them to arrive to start Dana’s punishment.“Remove your hose and your underwear and hand them to me.”Dana reached modestly under her.