Theimage, that image now forever seared into Madge's and Gladys' minds asthey rushed to take Tiffany down. They stumbled over the pink cellphone layi...g open on the floor, an errant footstep kicking it, causingit to slide across the pastel pink deep pile carpet as they reached thelittle tipped over vanity stool that laid on it's side in the middle ofthe room directly under the ceiling fan.Timmy had made his decision. After being pierced, plucked, powdered andpainted, all the forced. I know we ate, and I know it was good, but I can’t remember what it was.That’s because I kept thinking about what was going to happen on the trip back. I knew we’d do it again. It was all I could think about. I am a little ashamed to say I made sure Daddy was comfy in the hammock, holding that bottle, before we were a mile away from land.And, as soon as we were well away from shore, Patrick turned to my brother and said, “Take the tiller Mark. Chrissy and I have something to discuss down. Finally, my orgasm slowed. I slipped to my knees in the corner of the shower, curled up and clenching my thighs tight together as if I were subconsciously trying to protect my tender and sensitive flesh.Hardly able to move, I bent down to pick up the sponge, hoping to finish my shower before Dave became suspicious. That's when I heard him call for me.“Babygirl, where are you? Why aren't you finished yet?” He questioned. His tone was sharp and his command abrupt, making me instantly know he. At one point during the argument she just said: 'What are you going to do?Spank me for it?' and straight away I replied: 'Maybe I will!'"There was this weird pause where I think we were both trying to work out if the other one was serious.Neither of us said anything, but after a few seconds Louise unbuckled her trousers, turned round, and dropped both her trousers and panties to the floor.I wasn't totally sure what to do, but I sat down on a chair.She walked over - still silent - and bent over.