But as I was cleaning up HE came back. My mind twisted and where I touched myself I felt his hands. I felt his breath in the steam. What was supposed ...o clear him from my head ended in fantasy and pleasure. When I snapped out of it I was angry. Angry at myself and that smug prick. I nearly broke the handle turning off the water. I refused to look at my flushed figure in the mirror. My body was NOT listening. I put on a shirt to bed for the first time in a long time. I was determined to not. "I knew that you would look smoking hit in a wet tee." Sasha, come with me. Let's leave this brute here. I'll change."Smiling at him, I took her hand and Sasha and went in. I told my dadthat she was my friend, and she sat there with him while I changed intoa dry shirt. Walking back in the room I saw Stan sitting there as well."And he thinks she is the hottest thing in a dress ever!" Who are you taking about Sasha?" You of course! Uncle Stanley likes you... a lot!" Does he know that she is. At least he got to feel her soft lips around his cock for a moment.I think I came as often as Bobby did while watching my wife and her friends."I guess you're next," Susan said, motioning to Seth."Uhh, can I ask you something first?" Seth asked."Sure, Bobby. What is it?" Can I fuck you, you know, instead of what you did to them?"I almost gasped. "Mmmm. Yes, you can, I'd like that."I couldn't believe she was going to let him fuck her. But it was her party and I did agree to it. So I settled in. Sheila wasn’t malicious or thoughtless or made any trivial comments at any time. Quite the contrary in fact. She was the very epitome of seriousness and always looking like the mother who expects her son to learn from the spanking.On and on she spanked her son with the hairbrush, never seeming to over exert herself, never looking as though she might get tired. Mark lost count of the number of times Sheila spanked Scott with the hairbrush. The number was far higher than he had ever received.