It blossomed out to an almost ... but not quite ... transparent wisp of silk that attempted to hide her nether lips.One thing for sure ... this is not...MY earth ... not in 1902... 1999 maybe ... but not 1902. It's not Michigan either ... she'd freeze to death dressed like that in March. March is cold enough to crumble her cookie."Hello," I croaked.Magazine and chair went flying and so did she.Out the door she went screaming, "Sairaanhoitaja! Sairaanhoitaja! Hän on hereillä!"I understood every. So before we started I asked her if she wanted to skip today (almost biting my tongue in the process). Thankfully she declined, but she did ask me to go easy on her pussy. Not on the rest of her, though, so I'm glad I asked. And now here we are again, and I'm about to spank her. Today's item of choice is a wooden spoon from the kitchen.We are doing an (almost) repeat of yesterday. Only instead of a belt I'll use a wooden spoon with a long handle, and instead of counting the hits to 30, she has. “Make sure you put lotion on if you are going to be out for a long time. I don’t want you getting burned,” I suddenly heard myself say. Where the hell did that come from?Molly stopped in the doorway. “I will dad, Karen’s got all that stuff. Bye.”“Ok,” I called after her. “Just remember, skin cancer runs in the family.” What? No it doesn’t! But I found myself not wanting her to get a tan. She was perfect the way she was and I wanted it to stay that way. I took some comfort in the fact that it. I reached the location 5 min early and she was already there. I went ahead I could not see her as a glass of the windows were tinted. So I knocked on the window, she unlocked the door and I sat in. She asked me if I had dinner, I said no. She said even she didn’t have, so we went ahead for dinner at Blue Nile Restaurant. Dinner was quite awkward. She didn’t speak, I tried to break the ice but she would answer me in one word. We were done with our dinner, we directly headed towards her home. Let.