.this went on every year until I hit puberty then things changed and on Spanksgiving day she said that I was too big to go over her knees and that she... was changing the game as she called it she told me to go into her bedroom and take off my clothes I was to get on my hands and knees on the end of her bed and of course there were mirrors so I could watch then she went to the closet and got out a thick leather belt I suspected that it had been my fathers and she lay a wicked lash across my bottom. She lay down in the cot, which was surprisingly comfortable, and drifted off to sleep.She slept for about an hour, then got up and made her way back downstairs to join the family. Peter and Justin had their eyes glued to the television. Carla sat next to Peter with a blanket over her and her head on her husband's shoulder, fast asleep. Maureen and Greg sat in chairs against the wall, reading. Surprisingly, Meg and Shawn sat on the couch asleep, with Meg's head on her little brother's. The sensation is amazing…his touch, the heat of his mouth combined with the mystery liquid, every nerve in my body is buzzing from the pleasure. Suddenly he stops and I hear him pick up something again. I feel his hands on my thighs as he gently pushes my legs farther apart. Then I feel the hot liquid on my thighs and he slowly works his way up. He gently spreads me with his fingers so that he can pour it onto my most sensitive places. I arch my back in pleasure as the heat runs down my slit,. " You show me yours and I'll show you mine..." laughed Jen."You first." Well why all the modesty around here then?" Jen said confidently. It was at this time that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that all parties were truly drunk. Jen stood up and looked at the two of us. "It's not like you guys haven't seen a naked body before." She pulled the shoulder straps down from her arms. Not slowly, not tentatively, she just took it all off right there, and without so much as a blush, sat down next to.