It's a scent of our sex from last night, the scent of our semen, mixed with the beautiful scent of her feminine perfume.We both smile and talk quietly... something meaningless and still meaningful things while her hands wander aimlessly on my chest. I keep my hands on her hips, under her silk night dress and since neither of us is wearing any underwear, I can feel her soft testicles against my manhood while she straddles me.There was a time when she tried to be "he", but she suffered greatly for. P's waiting for the grim reaper to pay them a visit or kids running about basically being kids, nobody who I was really interested in I spent my days reading something I didn't do a lot and my nights in the gym something I did even less of.The night I will never forgot started like any other night on the cruise I had been bored for most of day but we had just docked in Barcelona and the view was unquestionable beautiful. I was on my way down to a gym I know would be empty and was ready to pump. ’‘What?’I hesitated, then reached under the bed and pulled a bag towards me. In the bag was my leather tawse and riding crop. I offered it up to her.‘Take your pick.’‘What’s this?’She took the bag from me and opened it. Taking out the riding crop, Lorraine gave me a hard look. She flexed it. It was about twenty-four inches long and made of red nylon, with a black handle at one end, and a black keeper on the other. She thwapped it into her hands a couple of times.‘This will do the job! If I use. ” My dad, as he usually did, gave me a playful swat and asked, “What’s up sport, ready for a big day?”“Yeah,” I replied, “I’m supposed to help Mr. Griffin move some stuff over to the Kelley’s farm.”“Oh, right,” Dad came back, “he called and said he wouldn’t be able to start that yet, something about trying again next week. I guess you’re off for the day.” “Really? That’s cool,” I said. Thinking quickly I added, “If that’s the case, would you mind if I took Jacqui up to the Gap to look for.