You've hadenough, isn't that it? Well, good for you. But you're not alwaysgoing to have the element of surprise in your favor so you need tocontrol ...our temper. Fight back but don't let your feelings stop youfrom thinking. But that's not what we need to talk about right now."You've always been a different kind of child and to this day I valueyour uniqueness. No, unique isn't the right word. Different; that's abetter word for what makes you so special. It hurts to see how hard itis for. But now she has a pair of big boobs, big almost as a small football. Her ass was pressuring on her saree to tear it apart. I couldn’t help myself but stare at that marvellous body of my sister for a minute.My sister was trying out her wedding dresses. Suddenly, she noticed a very handsome man with fair skin, tall as 5.11 feet with a little bit of beard on cheeks, who was staring at her butts. She became a bit shy as well as excited to know who this handsome hunk was. She couldn’t recognize it. She didn't react. It felt great. I rolled my hips back and forth to increase the pressure. Mom didn't take notice of it. I kept glancing between mom and dad. After a few minutes of this, I was sure mom was enjoying it very much. Her face was a little flush, her nostrils flaring.Seeing this, I unzipped her skirt to slip my left hand down the waistband. Mom closed her legs reflexively. I tapped a few times on her mound through her panties. Her thighs opened up slowly. I slipped my hand down her. Even when the first lash flashed across both bottom cheeks I did not comprehend what a severe whipping would be like. You see, although one speaks in a generic way of school whippings it’s something which has not actually happened in English schools since Victorian times and no 1950’s era English schoolgirl (or boy) would have experienced such punishment. After thirty or so lashes I could see why! My arse felt as though I had gone for a wee in the woods, pulled my knickers down and.