I lap up the pool of cum from his hands like a cat, partly because yum, why waste it, and also because I have no idea how else to clean up. Then I app...oach the mirror to survey the damage.I’m wearing my favorite dress, a simple black sleeveless wrap dress that drives him wild whenever I wear it. The entire front of it is streaked with cum. He’s also got it all over my neck and cleavage, and in my long hair; in fact it’s a miracle he missed my mouth when his aim was so comprehensive.It’s a good. " Done." Tiffany Mary French, what the hell are you doing? Turn off that stupid..." her mother shouts."Joe. Cut volume to half so long as she's shouting like that. Hi mom. Didn't expect you to call so soon." You sneak out of the hospital without telling anybody and you think nobody is going to notice?? Do you honestly think I'm that blind?"My voice tightened. "Yes. After all, you managed to not notice me for over an hour while you and my dad had a shouting match. I could have disappeared in a. .. and I know you let Cindy look at it too." It's not the same Irene. You're only fourteen years old." Yeah, but I'm old enough. You know that. You know how I came when you played with me," and before I could stop her she'd slipped her warm hand under my sweatpants to grasp my already swelling tool."Stop it Irene!" I spoke sharply but I know I made no attempt to remove her hand."Hee Hee. You don't really want me to, do you Bill," and then my fourteen year old sister was pulling my hand between. Izzy stood in her doorway, ready to run for the hills.Elsa said in a small voice, “One.”I came down equally hard on the other cheek, aiming for volume rather than pain. I practically shouted, “LOUDER.”“TWO.”I said, “Still louder.”The swats continued and I eased up a little on the intensity, but kept them coming. I stopped after I heard “FIFTY.”I pushed Elsa off my lap. She was crying and her face was a mess from having been inverted and teary, her cheeks puffy, her hair a mess, and her ass a.