It didn’t really hurt, but was kind of turning me on. I never had somebody spank me before. “You’re a very bad girl. I want to see my bad girl ...play with her pussy. Go sit on the chair and get yourself off.” I didn’t argue with him this time. I walked over to the chair and sat down and spread my legs. I played with my bald pussy rubbing my fingers all over my pink folds. My stepbrother stood up and took his pants off and his shirt. He was sitting on the couch jerking his cock off. It was. ‘Might even be in our classes.’ ‘You said they were younger,’ Chris reminded him. He looked out over the pond, watching the sun glint off the ripples. ‘I know.’ Pete shrugged as best he could while horizontal. ‘Mom said she talked to one of the teachers and the kids are registered and the girl’s in our class. Real smart, the teacher said.’ ‘Huh,’ Chris said noncommittally. Pete turned out to be right, as Chris found out on the first day of school. As everyone filed in to homeroom, he saw her. I smiled at him, bent over to pick up something that I had dropped, winked at him. He was hot, I could feel my pussy getting wet and soaking my favorite lacy underwear with my sweet juices. He smiled back at me, ravishing my body with one lust-filled look as I scrawled my number on a business card in hot pink ink. I stroll over to him with my head held high, my back straight, my shirt showing off a generous display of cleavage that bounces slightly as I flounce over to him. I hand him the card. ??So what?s the problem?? Bobbie sneered. ?Not that it?s your business,but sex won?t be in short supply.??That?s just it.? Her breath was hot enough to light a candle, burningBobbie?s earlobe. ?I can?t use the kind of energy you draw from him. Heloves you, adores you, worships you.? Love, adore, and worship soundedincredibly mocking to Bobbie?s ears.?That?s diesel when I need premium. Get the picture???Forget it,? Bobbie mumbled, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.?Tim?s everything I?ve been.