She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A ...ew more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched forwards a little to give her more room in my jeans.She knew I was going to come and her hand slid right to the end of my cock with just her fingertips working so that I could tell she was. Raising the cane she struck. The red mark jumped up, but the brunette didn't scream, she just moaned. Her backside fell a little as the knees gave way, but she straightened them and waited. Another strike caused her to moan some more and she started to sway a little, the backside moving in little circles. The blonde hit her again and this time Dave saw blood. The last cut had crossed three or four of the red marks and the skin had broken in about three places. The blonde smiled again and raised. This stuff just didn’t happen in middle America.When she was changed and arranged she laid on her belly at first. Kelli laid next to her same position. My wife’s cotton-tail was shining like the pure driven snow and Kelli's looked perfectly tan and smooth. Seeing them both like this was almost too much. I kept looking over at them like there was a buffet lunch later.Dad called me to the back by the cooler.Not a huge jet boat, but big enough for four adults to comfortable zip up and down the. But since graduating and returning home, he'd pursued the hobby ernestly. It was in his teens, all ready eager to be anally used, he found crossdressing blended right into the fun. Saddly, even through the growth spurts of high school Barbara's clothing had always been too large. Since coming back from college he was broader in the beam and now his mother's wardrobe fit very comfortably. Her tastes were rich and ornate - all the finer things provided so much for a sissy's fertile imagination..