Why did I have my sister’s boyfriend’s smartphone? He left it on a side table two nights earlier after visiting Dee at our house. I found it and...fully intended on giving it to Dee but then I figured out his swipe pattern and started looking and reading. Some of the texts between him and my sister were not just texting, they were sexting, some damn hot sexting. Then there were pictures. Pictures of her in the back seat of his car, in his house, selfies from her room and some even taken at. The swollen, colourful ridges that began to blossom on the pinnacle of each cheek, enough to tell the Headmistress that her efforts with the cane were having the desired effect.Raising the cane once more, Mrs. Davenport brought it down firmly across the centre of Debbie’s bottom, "OW, AH...... OUCH," squealed Debbie as the sting percolated within her. This perhaps, wasn’t the hardest of strokes and as another stroke of similar force landed on her bottom, Debbie wondered if the remainder of her. She kissed me on my forehead and told me to go for a shower and bed saying everything was fine and that it was normal. I dived into the shower trying to think about what had just happened to me but just kept on seeing Aunties naked body flash into my mind, My cock was twitching and growing again as I pulled on my clean shorts and made my way to bed. Catherine was sitting in bed reading as I entered the room and I shuffled past her into the bed confused yet excited about what had happened. As I. “I wanna fuck you”, he said suddenly. “Sorry!!???”, I exclaimed. “I want to fuck you”, he repeated and spelled more specifically this time.I asked him to go inside, but he disagreed and dragged me under the solar panels.He ripped my shorts and took off my underwear fastly. I understood that he is horny as hell and wants to tear my ass apart. He made my lie on the floor and lifted my legs. This was the moment that I waited for. I wanted to get fucked by a guy who is as masculine as him.While he.