"Ryan what the hell have you been doing all damn day? I asked that you could cut the yard and weed the flower bed for tonight's party. And to not mess...up the damn house so all I had to do when I got home was make food for the party. What the hell?" I asked him. "Oh my God. Amanda I am so sorry I just wanted to get this done for you," Ryan said turning around and showing me the wooden paddle that would soon be making my ass red. "Well guess what?" I said walking over to him. "What?" he asked me. That afternoon, Tom's feet barely touched the ground. During the softball game that afternoon, when it was his turn at bat, he closed his eyes and swung wildly and was the first one surprised that the bat connected. It was the cries of his team-mates that woke him up and he realized what he had done; a two run triple. He might have managed a homerun for himself, as well, had he started running immediately, but, no matter. By the time the game was over, his team had managed a commanding three. The bit of skin I could see above the stocking was smooth and creamy. I couldn’t seem to resist – her modesty was in control, but just as she grasped her skirt hem to tug it down, I softly caressed her thigh and daringly bent down to kiss that alluring bit of flesh. The faint aroma of her freshly bathed body was feminine, earthy and tantalizing. I had a momentary pang of misgiving, suddenly afraid I had been too brash, but rather than the reproachment I feared, she let out a quiet, moaning. I was concerned that she might bedisgusted with both of us, but she was happy. I could tell. It just mademe so much happier to see it. I honestly forgot I was a boy. I wasn't,really. I still had my little pee pee, but every other bit of me was awoman. I was totally devoted to making my man happy, and I was completelyhappy with him. He was so good looking and strong, and he was a gentlemanwith me and my mom. I hoped that daddy would like Greg as much as we did.Mom told me to dress up, so I put.