I just want to enjoy our last few hours together."Hey, what do you want to do for the last few hours we have together?" I ask. You reach over to the ...owl of fruit on the table, *********** a strawberry, and seductively take a bite. You then open your robe and take the bitten side of the berry and start to circle it slowly around your nipples, looking at me as you do so. "I think you need to have some fruit." You tell me.I lean in and press my lips to yours…my tongue enters your mouth as we. My mother taught me how to suck cock and then I gave my father a blowjob. I sucked him for the next few days, getting better at swallowing his cum. Then one night I went to their room and asked him to fuck me," she paused.I noticed her hand had moved lower. It was just inches from my hard cock. She had also moved my hand to her breast. I'm not sure why, but I rubbed her nipple. It got harder."That night he took my virginity. It hurt, but he didn't stop fucking me until the pain went away and I. . for driving said husband straight into the embrace of strumpets and paramours. It is a perfect recipe for conjugal unhappiness, marital discord, domestic disaster, and a broken home.At first, I considered this malignant little screed evidence of a budding sense of humor, a quality she evinced all too little of while Horatio and I were bringing her up. Unfortunately, I can give only scant credence to that possibility. She is in deadly earnest I fear.I suppose it was preordained. She had to. But, as he had agreed, and wanted to, he had to accept Lesley’s decisions, even when in such a strict maternal way, and he supposed that by being rude he was almost egging Lesley on to give him this long-feared punishment. He was also sure that if he argued then Lesley would most likely dump him as his girlfriend, which was something that he certainly didn’t want.He really didn’t want to be spanked, and certainly not in front of any of her friends. Although, to be fair, perhaps the one friend.