" Why do we have to wait for this evening" I replied. "There is no one at home as my mum and your mum are now working together. Add to this fact that ...here is a nice comfortable bed upstairs just awaiting us." Mmm!" Now that is a good idea," Rebecca said rising from her chair and taking my hand.As we mounted the staircase, I suddenly thought of the preparations I had been making for my response to the next time she spanked me. I thought to myself. Everything is in place. I could tell her that. Think of us and be more careful in the future."She got the glass out and gave me some more water to drink. This time I managed to get down a half a cup. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep feeling her hand holding mine.April 30, 1849I woke up and this time found Louise sitting there by the bed. I felt a lot better and managed to reach out my left hand to touch her face. She looked exhausted. I stroked her face and she woke up. She reached out her hand and stroked my face in return. I tried to speak. .Im sure she did not see what her mom was doing. one night, about a week or two into me being there…we were watching tv…Nancy was on the floor in front of the sectional holding my hand – I was laying on the sofa sectional,, and kathywas sitting, my legs over her, a blanket on me covering her hands as she took my cock out and stroked it…not 3 feet from her daughter. she got up and went to her room, and came out in her PJs…really just my t-shirt…and no panties…straddled me, put hte blanket on. Enough time for me to freshen up. I stripped off my remaining clothes, and dipped in the tub. I poured a handful of body wash and gently lathered it in my arms and shoulders. My hands reached my boobies, giving them a squeeze. I kept massaging my breasts in a slow pace, my nipples are now sensitive and erect. I bit my bottom lip as I gently tug them, imagining it’s your lips playing with my tits. My left hand continued to knead my left breast, while my other one travelled to my southern region..