She’d immediately run into the bathroom and flushed the pills Rob had given her down the toilet. Then she’d spent almost forty minutes poking and ...rodding at her new tits, during which she’d learned: a) They were definitely, definitely real, and b) They were extremely sensitive.After the fourth time she’d tugged on her nipples desperately trying to prove that they were a figment of her imagination, or some kind of prosthetic, or anything that wasn’t a real pair of tits sitting on the front of. My Grandmother would always apply some aloe vera to our sore bottoms after and help us up and give us a big hug when she was through and we would always thank her. These were true disciplinary acts, but they did serve as a basis for my future attraction to this subject as an adult.\Fast forward to my summer break in high school.My mother was going out of town for a week and although I was almost seventeen at the time, my mother was not trusting of me to stay along, so I stayed at my Mom's best. I snarled at him and slapped him across the face.My head swam as he backhanded me and I tripped over the kneeling woman and fell hard onto my back. "¡Culero!" I snarled at him. "How could I love a muerdealmohadas like you. You don't even know what to do with a woman! Not with your little dick! ¡Pinche mula!"He stared down at me, rage burning in his eyes. "I dislike having to chastise you, Desiree, but you will learn to submit to me if I have to beat all the willfulness out of you." ¡Jode su. "Sally giggled and squeezed his penis firmly. She thought about herself it the same position as the girl in the picture and her brother behind her. Tom was thinking about Lisa, but his sister's groping fingers made it impossible to concentrate. He put his hand on her back and rubbed slowly up and down.Clicking the mouse, Sally changed sites and looked for more sexy photos. The two teens surfed around for a bit longer and then Tom moved his sister's hand from his crotch."I have to finish.