Gina’s finger slipped along her damp slit till it rested on her clit, rolling it around in a tiny circle, “Mmmm... I’m not one hundred percent s...re which one of us Mia was flirting with... probably both I think...” I checked the digital display on the dashboard and saw that we still had thirty minutes before we had to pick up the boys. “Remember your words of warning; she is our friend’s daughter!” I reminded her as I unzipped my trousers and released my now hard cock. “I know, I know” she. I pulled it out carefully. I looked down and redid the string gently. Then I took hold of his cock, swinging free like it was, and looked back into his eyes. “That’s not so bad, is it?” “It’s ridiculous.” I clenched his thickening shaft and gave it a tug. “I like it.” “Yow. Okay, maybe it’s not so bad.” I took a few steps back and inspected him. I had to nod my head in approval. His cock was even more impressive as a stand-alone unit. Against the black fabric it seemed to float in the air in. " All right, Tony then," she said, smiling. "No, Sarge. I like that. But Sarge, I didn't want to kill him, just stop him. I don't want to kill anyone, or anything. I'm sorry, your new daughter-in-law is a pacifist, I don't like killing." Mmm," said Antonio thoughtfully. "Minute ago you took a swat at a 'skeeter. Get him?" She nodded. "So much for killing." It's not the same!" she protested indignantly. "That was an insect!" Sure," he said. "Insect that didn't mean you no harm. That 'skeeter, he. Somany of the skills I needed to function socially as a boy (i.e. learn tothrow a ball, learn to ride a bike) I had to do the best I could on my own.When a cousin or a pal would help me learn these things, I would end uphaving a crush on him (what I really needed was a dad). Since spankingswere one type of interaction my dad did do, I ended up making this powerdisplay a central theme in my adult fantasy life. I thought that somehow,if my dad really whipped me hard (which he never did) it would.