Luke was tall, blond and all-American looking. I was a brunette who had developed early. My boobs and hips grew so, by the time I was sixteen, my body... looked like someone a lot older. This had its positives and negatives. I liked the way I looked but I didn’t like the men staring at me in the mall or on the street. I knew what they wanted. I knew that I was sexy and hot looking; the guys at school told me so every day, but I wasn’t ready for their hands all over me.Even my parents asked me if. Do you ever wish I had hair on my head?”“Nope. Since the first time I saw you naked in the shower, I have loved your bald head and the tattoos. Of course, they don’t taste as good as your strawberry patch.”I squeezed her breasts enough for them to leak a little and then I leaned over and cleaned up the white liquid, before kissing her lips.I had asked all of the older girls to gather in the family room. Margaret was sitting between Genevieve and Erin Lynn. Penelope and Paula outside them. I sat. I wanted to put my hand back to protect my burning cheeks but knew I mustn’t. I looked at the clock. 5 minutes so far. Was that all? Then I heard talking. I looked up and saw it was Phoebe talking to her Mother. “Hey Mum, Aunty Sheila’s on the phone.” Mrs T held the phone to her ear but continued to splatter my bottom with spanks.” “Hi Sheila……Yes, I’m in the middle of one now…No, its not one of mine……. It’s a friend of Dave’s…… No, he’s not enjoying it…..look, I’ll call you back later. In fact, everyone around the table was looking completely irresistible to her. She needed someone. Something. She was just trying her hardest to ignore that feeling for now."My name is Aaron", another man says with a unique British accent."I'm Lisa", said the girl who was speaking to everyone in the living room earlier with a serious tone."Uh, I'm Suzie...", says another girl softly."I'm Gabriel", the last and most decidedly quiet man at the table says. He seems like he's more nervous than even.