He toyed with the idea of talking to Patricia, but he thought it would be a bad idea for two reasons, the first was her friendship with Jane, not that...Patricia would be placed in an awkward position but that her judgment might be clouded, and the second was he was afraid that Patricia might see his feelings for Jane as puppy love and not something deeper or more meaningful.Not long after eating and before they headed out to the firework show Jane came over to Patrick and said, "So, how you. Just like you used to get turned on back then. I knew how to get you going. I'd go to the living room to watch TV while you were there and I'd wear little pajamas and sit with my legs apart so you could get a peek at my little virgin pussy." No! I didn't do that!" You know damn well you did big bro. I'd sort of tease my nipples to make them stick out and pull at my pajama leg so my pussy was bare and even though you pretended to ignore me I'd catch you peeking all the time." You're imagining. Eventually,sleep found me and I rested.I awoke the next morning and threw my robe around me. Since I slept inthe nude, the feel of the terry cloth robe against my new breastsreminded me immediately of the changes that started the day before. Iwent to the bathroom and did my business and started the process ofgetting the kids off to school.Once the kids were gone, I climbed into the shower and let the waterrun over my hair and down my back. I reached for my shampoo, but becamecurious if my. She tottered on her feet feeling itsvery presence steadying her. The familiar whizzing whistlepreceded the sharp cut of pain on her plugged bottom. The cane was to goad heron the next level. She moved on, leaning farforward, leaning on the tight leash, her pulled boobs paying the price ofsecurity. The empty lighthouse acted as acoustic torture chamber. Amplified andmultiplied THWACKS on her ass and buttock carried more weight that the painitself. It propelled her upwards along the shaky.