“I have an idea,” she said.The others looked at her.“I think we should touch your scars again.”Now both of them looked at her as if she was cr...azy.“Why?” asked Jennifer.“Trust me,” said Mindy.“Why?” asked her daughter again.“Do you trust me?” asked Mindy, looking at Bobby.He nodded, but still looked wary.“Will you let us touch them again?”He actually thought about it, but then, slowly, said “Yes.”“Mom! Why are you changing the subject?”“If he trusts me, then you should certainly trust me.” Mindy. . ?" Yes, I want to see what you do in your own bed when you go home after our lessons. Do you go do it right after?" Yeah, I usually go right to my room. You really want to see me do it?" I do. Do you need anything? A cloth, lotion?" I use some lotion unless I'm in the shower," I answered and she leaned over and got a bottle of hand lotion out of the nightstand. I guess I was going to jack-off for my music teacher. What a day.I dribbled some on my dick and took hold to begin moving up and. “I bought a set of pregnancy pads recently to see how I looked. There are 6 different sizes to try on; did I scare you?”My brain hurt, but not so bad to say anything except, “Scare is not the right word to use. But I was confused.”NOW, I noticed the pad, she raised her shirt to show off. It was flesh-colored, makes sense? I started the car up, drove by the trash can, she tossed in a nice ten-footer, and we drove off heading to the apartments, while at the same time, I turned to her and asked,. Regular hard spanks. She seemed to dot the spanks all around my bottom. I quickly recognised when she concentrated on one spot because the pain became quite intense. Every few minutes she would rest and gently rub my now sore bottom. It was so nice when she did that. I lay prone across her lap, hands on the floor, and it was like being caressed. Well actually she was caressing me. It’s just that it always followed a few dozen hard spanks. “I see you are recovering quickly Jeremy” Julia.