Wahan kafi bheed thi aur jate hi usne phr se muje chatta mar diya, ab sare log muje dekh rahe the and muje bahut sharam aa rahi thi aur wo chillai ice...cream ky tera baap lake dega muje.Phr usne cone khate 2 jaan karke apne sandal pr gira diya aur muje sabke samne ek aur chata lga dia and chillai dekh kya rha hai saf kr ise apni T-shirt se. Meine public mei apni T-shirt utari jo mei pheli bar kr rha tha, muje sharam ke sath 2 bahut gussa bhi aa rha tha. Saf krne ke bad halka sa dag reh gya th. “But she is only 18. She can’t spank me.” “Oh yes she can, and yes she will. You insulted her like you insulted me. She is mature, and I think she will find a man just like you, one who needs protection and correction, so she needs to know how to spank properly.” I looked at Janet, deep in to her eyes, and knew she had no intention of relenting. I gave the slightest of nods which brought a broad smile from my older lover and the instruction “OK Tessa, medium first and build up to. You will no longer be able to watch me get fucked, or watch me fuck Ann. I will be staying out most nights from now on. Divorce me if you want, good night.” I lay on the couch sulking, hurt and humiliated. I was away on another planet, all this swirling around in my head. “How could she have done that to me?” I asked myself. A buzzing sound from my bedroom startled me. “Fuck me,” that was the sound of her vibrator. I started to feel better about myself. “See even that good looking guy, the. My dad was a little drunk, and slurred out that I could be a little asshole at times. But when he said it, all anyone heard was, little Axle. So Mrs. T took to it, calling me Axle ever since. It seemed to fit.Jimmy and I loved fast cars and fast girls. We both got jobs when we turned sixteen so we could get our first set of wheels. By the time we were eighteen, we both had our own hotrod project car. We’d tinker on them into the wee hours of the morning.Jimmy and I were out working on his car.