" So all you want is something that will reduce your body hair?" heasked. "I can get you something from the Pharmacy Lab that will do that.It's better...that sitting here and watching you fucking scratch yourfucking private parts all the fucking time."So that was the end of that conversation.A day or so later I was microwaving some popcorn for supper when Mattcame back from his last class of the day. "Here," he said as he tossedme a baggie with a handful of small white pills in it, "this will. "Look," he said. "We went over this before and the courts were clearlyon my side about it. I'm allowed to give my own daughter a spanking, alittle one, if but only to have her learn a little discipline. It's notchild abuse. I don't ever hit hard enough for it to be that." Well not in MY house you don't," the woman argued.Defeated he shot me an angry look and gave me a forceful smile andsaid,"Fine... but I get her in a couple of weeks for the weekend andwhen she's in MY house she's not going to. How could I forget? She was one nasty fuck. I hadn't even begun to approach her twisted limits. Well, I was over the love bug, but I sensed opportunity here so I figured what the fuck, she wants it she's got it. My bone, that is. The old titanium pipe she'd latched on to."Yeah, I remember. That's what you want? You think that will make it all better between us?"She smiled and started to disrobe. "Of course not. But it's a fun start."When she was naked as the headliner at Coozy's she dropped to. I thought I would be more nervous, I thought my hands would tremble, but I felt comfortable in my role, comfortable and purposeful. Coach slid down in his chair and opened his legs. I stared at his crotch, knowing the big, hairy, manly cock that was hiding behind that big bulge. Running my hands towards his pants covered cock, I could feel his heat, I could sense his need. Touching his bulging crotch took my breath away. I opened his fly and reached in to touch him. I couldn’t help but moan.