Mere yeh bol te hi mami ghabra gayi or mujhse bolne lagi ki yeh baat tum kisi ko mat batana plzzz tu jo bole ga mai vo karugi….Fir maine bola ki mai... yeh baat kisi ko nai btauga….Yeh sunte hi mami ne mera haath pakda or use apne boobs per rakh diya fir mami ne mujhe apni taraf khicha or fir mujhe kas kr smooch karne lagi …….. Unke raseele hoton ko choos kar toh maza aa gaya fir maine or mami ne ek doosre ke kapde utare …… Or fir mami mujhe apne bathroom mei le gayi …… or boli aaj raat tujhe. “ What did I tell you? Huh?”, Kevin said, spanking her with every word. Her ass, burning red with his hand prints. His dick jumped.“ I’m sorry daddy”, Kara yelped.“ Say it again!”, he commanded. “ Daddy I’m sorry!”, she sobbed. She couldn’t believe she was getting a spanking at 17 still. “ Good girl. Now you better learn your place Kara. This can’t happen again. You hear me?”, he asked leaning to her ear. Kara just nodded and sniffed. Tears ran down her face. Kevin, feeling bad about spanking. She changed positions again and let her left leg fall slightly over the arm of the chair and touch my leg. Her right leg was slightly dangling off the right side. This caused her skirt to hike up even further. I was becoming both aroused and nervous. Aunt Pat asked if I liked women with big breasts or if I preferred smaller ones like hers. I just looked at her, I was stunned. She then began rocking ever so slightly back and forth on the arm of the chair. She then placed her left arm on my right. “No not me.” “You don’t entertain, no entourage, no gay lover, no jokes, please tell me you can dance my dear Preston .” “I do alright.” “In that case what are you waiting for?” With that she places her flute onto the table. I stood and took her hand and we made our way toward the crowded dance floor. The music was so loud I could feel it in my chest, Stephanie wasted no time transforming herself from sarcastic, dry-witted writer in the VIP to a veritable dancing machine on the.