I ran my palm over her taut bum cheeks and one finger along the tell tale impression left by her slit in her pantie material. I began to spank her bo...tom, alternating between her left and right cheeks until she cried out. “Let’s see what impact I’ve had, shall we?” I breathed deeply as I slid her panties down her thighs. Her bum was a healthy pink colour with a visible imprint of my hand. “Stand up Alison. Stand... facing me, between my legs.” With her panties round her knees, she shuffled. My linestended to be scattered through the play and missing a cue whilstworrying about shoes would be, in the directors eyes, worse than thesuspected treason of the characters.So practice I did and my parents had a little chuckle but as the oneact festival was usually well attended by people and parents throughoutthe school, they had predicted my casting fate even before theaudition. Mum donated a pair of black semi-opaque tights, with (very!)strict instructions on how to avoid laddering them.. If I call tonight and he says yes, that doesn't mean we have to right now." Okay. If he says yes, tell him whenever he wants. I'm open to the possibilities."He called Jordan. I couldn't really tell what Jordan was saying, but from Kyle, I was getting it was going to happen. Of course, I knew that was going to be the case. Jordan was single, didn't get much action, if any, and already said he loved fucking me. I heard Kyle say, "Wait a second, I'll ask her."I looked up, and Kyle covered the. With their mother’s encouragement, they treated him no better than a maid. Now they’d both be able to attend the college of their choice free and clear with the money he was leaving them. Maybe they’d feel just a little less disdain for him? ?Don’t go anywhere just yet, Alex? Wendy added. ?I’m going to need you and your brother to help carry his body down.??Okay, but we want to catch a movie in town at 3.?Wendy looked back at her husband. ?Oh, it won’t be that long.? Michael heard his stepson.