Even though she was now eighteen, she was still my niece. But, I did leave the camera hooked up.Katie arrived pretty late. The poor k** looked beat. W... put her stuff in shed, got some food into her and wished her a good night. My wife usually went to bed early but had stayed up late to get Katie settled in. I was hoping for a little nookie, but the wife was too tired. It wasn't the first time I wandered downstairs a little frustrated, quite a bit horny and not very sleepy.After making myself a. It was clear she had recently been depilated. Al gave a grunt of satisfaction."Your tee, next," Al said. Fiona peeled the wet top over her head and dropped it on her discarded jeans"Yeah. Let's see your tits, sweetheart. I do like a slut with big melons," added Max. He had dropped the towel and was cradling his long, helmeted, penis in one massive hand. Fiona looked at him and quicky looked away. She unclipped the bra fastening behind her back. The action pushed her breasts forward and they. Since they were inside, thebirls also had to endure crisp petticoats and a shaping girdle. Carol Sueespecially complained about his girdle. But Beth and Vicky were adamant:their birls would work on their figures all their lives if they were tohave a waist, so the sooner Sandy and Carol were used to it, the better.The children also wore short cotton gloves. They were grateful to shed themat the first opportunity, although they protected their fresh manicures andnail polish. Light pink, befitting. She cried out again and then again with the third stroke. Miss Dawkins was deliberately caning harder than she did the schoolgirls. That was evident from the louder cries and howls Mrs Stone was making. When the fourth stroke landed, Mrs Stone handled it better than the first three. She was more used to the pain, so by that fourth stroke, she expected more pain than actually occurred. She handled the fifth stroke even better, and also the sixth. Miss Dawkins kept the same strength of stroke.