"I thought so." she summised, "I could tell by the way you looked at me properly rather than quickly glancing." Really?" I asked, a little shocked.She...slowly ran a finger nail across the back of my right hand and I shuddered at the tenderness of her touch, "Yes sweetheart. Shall we get out of here?"It was about 7:30 when we pulled up in my car and I parked outside my flat. It was still light and quite warm and the short journey had been one where not much was said by either of us. We knew what. ..not ever!What kind of a girl can respect a grown man who lets his mother take down hisundies and whip his buttocks in the front yard? And how theguys had razzed him about it the next day in the locker room! A couple ofthem had actually turned Bobbie over one of the benches and corn-holed himbecause all he was was a pathetic sissy! But of courseBobbie knew that Mummie only did these disciplines for Bobbie's own good, andhe was trying to learn to be more grateful for it. On the. I guess I pretend that I'm their woman, and after he's had a hard day out working to buy nice things for me, then the least I can do is lie back and spread my legs for him. I want to look all nice for him, so I'll shave myself so that I'm completely smooth, legs, chest, armpits, balls and butt crack. Then I'll want to warm him up. So I get down on my knees in front of him. I pull down his trousers, and let his cock hang out. I'll kiss his limp cock and thank him for working hard for me. I'll. ”We both made sure we were rinsed off completely and then took on the pleasant job of drying each other. Becky led me back to her bed and invited me to stretch out beside her. We rolled to face each other and she kissed me sweetly. She suggested that we start by making out, and that I could start to ‘work my way south’ when I felt I was ready.This was almost like one of the first lessons all over again. Becky keeps telling me that foreplay is important and making sure I take my time on the.