We didn’t shower together, we took turns. But we were in the bathroom together. Seeing Nana in the shower meant I got to see her scars from her doub...le mastectomy. Nana’s as tough as nails. She survived breast cancer and so much else. I don’t know how she does it. I would have probably fallen to pieces if I had to go through a fraction of what she’s been through.And she’s tough on other people too. She doesn’t take nonsense from anybody. But she’s been amazing with me this week. It’s like she. He asked my if I went to the Book Store often, and mentioned that he went there from time to time hoping for a little oral pleasure. 'That's funny I responded, I go there from time to time hoping to give a little 'oral pleasure.' We laughed, but I knew what was coming, he picked an out of the way road and we traveled it until we came to an area with a by way. He pulled into it and placed us behind bushes that blocked any view of us from the road. He watched me as he opened and removed his. .I was good as gold that year I got good grades and cleaned the house like she wanted and did everything she asked of me but the following year the day after Thanksgiving I found myself across her knees again this time she wore a leather glove on her spanking hand and it was an hour and a half before she finished with me...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. I was shocked and thrilled to hear back from her within minutes!One email turned into two, then three, four and five. I found her sweet, caring and intelligent. I asked if I could take her out, go on a date with her. That’s when she sent my that bottom, third photo I posted above, saying “there is something you should know first.” I simply responded, “You are so beautiful!” I asked if I could see more pictures of her, how beautiful and sexy I found her. She responded by sending me the other two.