Her breasts and most of her frontal side was glowing red from the sand burns but they soon attained different color as whip after whip landed merciles...sly on her naked body. Nothing was spared: her breasts, pelvis, stomach, arm pits, inner thighs were being hit with real brutality. Aurelia must have overstrained her vocal chords from shouting in pain since screams were now replaced by hoarse grunts whenever the whips hit a markedly sensitive spot like her breasts or nipples in particular. Her. After all it’s human behavior. We also do not hide anything from family members be it any reason of enjoyment. Even at 39 father looks very young and actually the fact that he is otherwise also young we came to know when this event took place. My father have its own business, mother is housewife but likes loads of outing, kitty parties ,etc. Raj is software engineer and I am into father’s business.Renu is moms copy. One Sunday we were having breakfast which is normal and routine of Sunday. On. Anna: Of course! She doesn’t need to know!Me: Thanks! It’s nothing but still.Anna: I get it!Me: Good. Great. I’m going to the bathroom!Anna: Sure, ok!That was awkward. We acted like we had sex and we didn’t. I would have to know that.There were only shared bathrooms in the dorm. One for boys and one for girls. No bathroom in the rooms. If the girls didn’t have their own bathroom it might have been more fun. Running into them in here, maybe seeing a little something. Oh, the devil me!I wonder. His lustrous black hair shone with an application of Brylcreem; his eyes were deep, dark, and framed by long eyelashes; his muscles bulged. The girls gasped as he entered the room.“Now that’s what I call an Italian stallion,” Polly giggled.Michele gave her a sharp look and Polly petulantly stuck out her tongue.All of this was lost on the man who was embroiled in a heated discussion with Mamma in Italian until finally he sighed and lowered his head in acquiescence.“Sì, si, mamma, naturalmente..