”My uncle laughed, “No, us old guys need it too. I’m just sorry you had to walk in on me like that. I hope you’re not mad.”We talked a littl... more which made me feel at ease. Uncle Pete left my room and when my parents came home, we all sat down to dinner like nothing had happened. I couldn’t help but look at Uncle Pete a little differently. That night when I went to bed, I was strangely aroused from what I had witnessed earlier. Just thinking about him beating his meat, combined with him. I knew when I stepped off the bus that I was going to make my dream of being with a girl finally come true. I just wasn't sure how I was going to get to that point. Taking it one day at a time seemed kinda dorky, but hey maybe it would work.I watched as Rochelle my bunkmate leaned over her suitcase and started hanging up her clothes. I had this great view of her ass. Her skirt was lifted above the back of her thighs and you could see the pink boyshorts she was wearing underneath. What was I. “This will go a lot easier if you behave yourself,” I said.“One, thank you, Sir. What fun is there in doing things the easy way?” Becky struck me as a fickle, conceited girl who enjoyed being obstinate when it suited her. Even though she let me spank her, she was still in control, and she knew she could stand up anytime she wanted.Becky stood a head taller than me and had at least twenty pounds on me. I was scrawny, and she was almost a full-grown adult. I felt like a bird trying to spank a. After dinner, I put my son to sleep, while my husband and Jim sat down in the living room to watch some TV. I came back from my son’s room and headed to the kitchen to clean the dishes. Two years earlier, my marriage went through a bad phase, so I moved to my parents’ house. Jim had just started his college. Although I was eight years older than him, but we always had a good understanding. One night, when I was crying in my bedroom, thinking about my bad marriage, Jim came into my room. He sat.