He wonders what the wolf will be doing on sucha beautiful morning. Chapter 1: Touching Down????????????? ?Touch yourself. Sit where you are, pita, ...and lift your skirt.? ?I?m in the front hall. Someone ?? ?Sit on the steps.? ?The guy next door is paint...? ?Pita, no one can see.Touch yourself.? ??Yes, Sir.?He heard her sigh but ignored it. ?You don?t have panties on, do you? Are you aroused?? ?No, Sir. And no, I?m not.? ?I want to tell you about your spanking bench?. I finished it.? ?Thank. He died whilst I was quite young. My mother struggled to make ends meet after his death and worked as much as she could but made sure that her “little treasure” (me) was always her first priority. I don’t recall missing out on much until about 10 years old but I wasn’t unique in not having a father around. Mum had a friend, called Lila, whom came around about once a month. She always seemed much happier after Lila had spent time with her and Lila would most times stay over night. I can. She had to have cum and she didn't care how. She was desperate.Friday night arrived and Tammy left the house around seven pm. It was just starting to get dark out. As planned, she got to the video arcade and the old guy was working behind the counter. She could see him through the outside window and was hoping he was as careless and aloof as he seemed!Tammy strode inside and past the counter. The old guy barely gave her a glance as she made her way into the back area. She had never been to a. Tighter than boxers, but covering more area than briefs, they looked unbelievably sexy. They emphasized the curve of his ass, and his impressive erection was straining against the fabric. I shivered in fear at the same time that I licked my lips in anticipation. Strangely mixed reaction, I know, but there it was. He was incredibly sexy and intimidating as all hell simultaneously. Making a snap decision, I carefully extricated him from his (what I would later learn were called) boxer briefs, and.