.. It was time to play the waitinggame. ****Jack Peters was your ordinary teenage guy. It was his eighteenth birthday...nd he was wondering the streets of Melbourne alone. The day had startedwith him and six of his mates cruising the streets while he had used thenew perks of being one year older to buy his buddies some drinks -legally now. It's not like he was a bad guy, he just wanted to celebrate hiseighteenth like any other teenager would - by getting drunk out. He gave his wrist a quick switch up and let the woodslap lightly against her wet cunt. She gasped softly, turning to look overher shoulder at him. He did it again, this time harder, forcing a whimperfrom her parted lips. Three more strikes followed before he slid it frombetween her legs and turned his attention to her ass. He ran the thinbranch over her soft flesh. -œMaybe instead of your ass, I should spank those tits of yours. I knowyou would like it wouldn't you? - He said softly. . All rights [email protected]: A gal named Tish succinctly answers a cry for help from asister t-girl in extremis.Hi Tish FM 5by Leslie LoweHi Tish,First, get this straight. I'm not one of your sissy bitches. I'm areal man who likes real women. And I've had my fair share of them. ButI got a problem. I married a man.It started one night when I was traveling on business in New Orleans.After I finished my meeting, I took a walk by myself in the FrenchQuarter, as I usually do. . Finally the last two magazines were just full of lesbian photos and I remembered what she said about her and Jenny.I had been looking at the magazines for a while when the phone rang. I went into Dads room and answered. It was Sue wanting to know if dad was home. I told her he was at golf and would be gone most of the day. She then asked if I was staying home and I told her I was going out as soon as I finished making the beds. I returned to her room and put back the magazines and made the bed..