Neither of us said anything, but after a few seconds Louise unbuckled her trousers, turned round, and dropped both her trousers and panties to the flo...r.I wasn't totally sure what to do, but I sat down on a chair.She walked over - still silent - and bent over my lap.I wasn't angry at that point - it was just surreal."I began spanking her.Fairly lightly though because she hasn't - well, didn't at that time anyway (haven't seen her in a few years) - got a very big bottom.No padding, you see.So I. No, I love being a wanker and wouldn’t want to change, and I love it when girls know I’m a wanker. I love the sense of delicious guilt and shame and humiliation – “just pathetic, you wanker!” I particularly love it when a girl knows She makes me cum in my pants seeing Her cleavage, or raising Her skirt nearly to Her knix. Of course it means anywhere I go, if I see a girl showing, I have to try and look. A rainmac is essential because as a compulsive masturbator I have to rub if I see a lovely. He sounded like he was about to cim and i saw him pick up my thong and then there it was, he was cumming on my mums thong. I was still recording and taking pics at this point and then i saw him start to gets his boxers back on so i stopped the recording and i turned back round towards my bedroom.On leaving my parents bedroom to go to mine i must have caught the door because when i got into my bedroom and shut the door he knocked on it. I opened the door and before i could even say anything. Not many of the Kiowas escaped, and we counted 23 dead Indians, including the one war chief.We rode up to the house and were greeted with cries of welcome. Josh and I waited while the people on the roofs came down through the house and barn. There was a glorious few minutes of handshakes and back slapping by the males and hugs by the females. It turned out that Tom and Mary Jefferson and their daughter Helen had been on the roof of the house and their two sons, Jack and John, and occupied the.