We started out with the usual French kissing and had all of our clothes removed in reasonably short order. Roberta's boobs were larger than I was used...to seeing, and I set out to find out if the difference in size made any difference in the way I should treat them. I had progressed from French kissing to nibbling on her earlobes and taking little kisses on the side of her neck.While doing this, I had placed my right hand over her left tit and was rubbing the palm of my hand on her bare nipple. Feeling sudden determination she strode purposefully for ten minutes or so. Her breasts proudly bobbing in her dress. More boldly than Carol felt. She was soon cold, shivering and understandably afraid. Thinking about her husband. Tom would come for her. That would mean a cruel defeat and she knew it. If only she could find a phone. ‘HEY LADY!’ It was a shout more than anything. Cutting through the night air. Carol did not look at first. She froze. There on the corner where two figures. One. Zoe hugged her Grandma and said it would stay a secret. Zoe never told anyone about it. Five years on and the memories of that spanking came flooding back. At the same time she wasn’t sure which of her Grandparents was telling the truth. Which one was smacking the others bottom? Zoe decided to find out. Grandma collected the five newly cut switches and brought them in to the house. She started removing the twigs and leaves and smoothed them all down. Zoe chatted away as though it was the most. When we were done Beth shook her head "Unbelievable!" she said "not only is he gorgeous and a great lover, he can cook too. I'm gonna love it here!We went to my parent's house and found them in the kitchen talking. I made an exaggerated sniffing sound and commented that something smelled wonderful as we made our entrance. Mom told us we were welcome to sample the wares, as she had just pulled out the first batch. She was making butterscotch cookies (one of my favorites). We visited for a bit.