“Is this more of this mystical magical stuff? Because if it is, I don’t want to know. You are as bad as my parents. They’re full of that rubbish...” Charles turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why do you find it so hard to believe?” Sandra rose up and held his shoulders. “Because I don’t believe in these supernatural things. It’s just c***dren’s tales.” “They aren’t tales Charlie. They are real, as real as you and I, lying in this bed now. Look at me Charles.” She turned him. ” I started dialing. “Wait! No! Please don’t call!” she cried. “I’ll take the strapping. Just not thirty. Okay?” “Over all, how many bottles did you steal?” “Ten. Why?” “And what Commandment is ‘Thou shalt not steal’?” “The fifth. Why?” “Because, I told you that there was no way that you were getting off with less than Erica. Since your parents’ discipline provides no metric, I am improvising. Ten bottles times five, the number of the Commandment you broke, seems appropriate. Thus you will not. Still half-asl**p, Vicky didn’t think to resist. She let her legs spread wider, putting her feet down onto the deck so she could lift her ass into the air. The cock pushing between her legs was thick, thicker than she’d felt before. She reached beneath her and down to her crotch. She was dripping wet, her inner lips splayed out with eager desire. She wrapped her fingers around the strange cock. A man moaned behind her. Vicky’s eyes began to flutter open. No, this wasn’t a dream. This was really. " I was a girl my first three years and no one could tell!" said Carl,scratching his head and tossing the panty on the table. "I don'tremember any of that." You were too little honey and adorable," said Darlene. "Plus, mymother had no interest in changing diapers so I knew that wouldn't bean issue. She loved shopping and dressing you up all pretty, but whenit came to doing more than that she was zero help just like when I waslittle. My dad did most of the dirty work, including the cleaning.