Also, I am a bit of an exhibitionist and have frequently been told that I have a nice body and a nice ass. So, if you got it, show it! At least that's...what I was thinking to get over the shyness of being naked...Happy to take my sweaty clothes off, I laid down on my stomach on the towel, pulled out my magazine and read for about an hour in the gentle afternoon light. Suddenly, out of nowhere I heard someone talking to me. A little surprised I twist around and see standing no more than 3 feet. She said started noticing him as he was good looking and has good humour ,he use to help her in her notes. She said they use to walk with him from tuition to home and use to chat a lot . She started to have crush on him . I asked her what happened next?She said she don’t to discuss her past. I told her I am very open minded guy I want to know everything about her and it wouldn’t change anything between us . I made her believe that I love her and she can tell me anything and I will still love. Of course at home we vape a little bud. That’s different.My mother bitched, lightly, about Daddy flying out to California. Going back to work in a way. But she knew it was healthy for him. A legitimate part of his recovery process.The caveat emptor has no clothes. Or whatever that saying is. My KC investigation uncovered no Mob ties, no mastermind behind an international apron conspiracy. Just the usual hoi and polloi.Before Bobsy Atwater flew Daddy out to California, I decided to bring the. Although it hadn’t been a really hard one, the smack had caught her by surprise. Mike kept his hand resting on her cheek, gently stroking her. Hmm, such a sweet young ass, he thought. Then again, he raised his hand.SMACK!! Harder this time, Susan jumped forward a bit, and gave a little squeal in protest.“This is what happens to bad girl’s Susan. What are you?” ask Mike, again his hand was stroking her cheek.“I am a bad girl, Daddy. I’m sor...”SMACK! Another swat had cut her words off..