It seemed he understood … could that really be true? For a moment I didn’t know what to say. And for a moment I thought again, ‘Mustn’t I invi...e Jan too to celebrate the joy of sex?’ But Jan said again, “Just go amuse yourself!” Ah, feminism with sex! From a ‘decent correct’ distance of less than two feet. To help me exercise my woman’s right to pursue my sexual happiness. And yet, oh dear, considerate, poor boy, how awfully sweet you are. I felt like flinging my arms around his neck to thank. The cook and I hid in the smokehouse." Damnation. You all right? You ain' hurt?"She shook her head. "Just scared and angry. What should I do?" Les' go find the sheriff. He's usually in the tavern, jawing with Bill and drinkin' his coffee."He was there and Anne sat after thanking the smith. The sheriff poured her a mug of coffee from his tin pot. "What brings you to town this early, Miss Conroy?" He tried not to stare at her strange dress."Trouble, sir, murder in fact."He stopped smiling, and. (I can feel myself getting aroused just writing about this) I wasn’t in the room long and standing in my red lingerie set with matching thong, stockings & suspenders before himself had me forced over the spanking bench on my knees and strapped in around my lower back by a thick leather strap. I felt my breathing falter already in anticipation, excitement & apprehension. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small paddle being selected, but he must have changed his mind, instead using his hand to. I'm not sure which would be a better analogy to what the two of you are doing to poor Lynn!" At that instant, I was sure I was a dead man.Not surprisingly, Mark's cock was no longer in his sister's mouth after being caught like this by his mother. "Really Mom, they aren't doing anything to me. We're all kind of doing it together." Um, you could do both at the same time, you know, like sixty nine," Mark suggested."Mark, shut up!" I snapped. "I don't think your mother was serious." I don't want.