To be honest, she only asked for me to use the cane on her on rare occasions, usually if she felt she'd done something wrong or we'd had a stand-up ro... and she wanted to make things up if she decided she was the one at fault. Guess she saw it as a quick way to make amends and get rid of any tension between us. As I've often said - women, go figure."AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWCHHHHHH !! " screamed the wife as I zipped in the first of six sizzlers across the circumference of both her wobbly cheeks. "Nope, the housekeeper at Kara's shelter is trying to hold that facility together, and a cook is doing the same with Lillian's shelter. Fisher called Vera and told her that until Kara, Lillian and I were replaced that she was responsible for all of the shelters. She quit on the spot and called me. I asked her to stay and do what she could, told her I'd help her via telephone with any decisions she had to make. She reluctantly agreed, called Fisher and said she'd try to keep all three shelters. I guess I was a little spoiled. My s*s*ers & b*o*her were playing before I was old enough to join in but it didn't take me long to get to be included. We'd play names where we would have contests to see whose boobs were bigger or who's butts were better or who had the most bush. My b*other was usually the judge. He would sit on the bed looking at my s*sters tits & asses till he would disappear to his room. After i got old enough to join in I noticed that two of my older s*sters would. Once it passed I looked down to see my own little Jackson Pollock painting. She was criss-crossed with thick ropes of cum, one eye glazed shut and several thick drops slowly running down her cheeks and between her tits. I leaned forward, placing my still rock-hard dick between her breasts and pushed them together. I tit-fucked her slowly while the cum dripped down her face. She looked at me with her one open eye and that wicked smile played across her lips. “You very dirty boy,” she said with a.