We had emailed each other many times during the week, saying how I would like to meet him, and see how things went. I finally after 2 or 3 weeks, afte... some family issues I had to get resolved, got to meet this gentleman. He was tall, kind of hairy, just a bit heavy, just like I like them. I met him in a parking lot, and we hit it off! Earlier in the day, We were texting each other and I told him to be ready with a clean cock, and have it out of his pants when I got there.Well he didn't. I really felt bad putting my mom through this, but I didn’t know what to do until now. So, here I am, nineteen, nervous as hell and ready to go talk to her about my problem. I want to state for the record that I’m only doing this out of concern for my mental health rather than for the sex. Out of pain and desperation, my feet started to move on their own, toward the sofa. She saw me approaching and gave me a big smile, which made my heart melt. I knew she loved me–her pride and joy as a loving. Buffy couldn't even deny it. She knew with every fibre of her being it was true. Everything that was happening to her right now was her fault. What Dawn was going through, the wish, this spanking, all of it was because deep down Buffy Summers was a perverted little slut. A sickeningly twisted little perv who had passed on all of her own disgusting feelings to her own baby s*ster. For that she deserved every single agonising spank Dawn was giving her and more.The second that thought went through. He called my Phil (Lisa’s boyfriend’s name). I was getting more and more adventurous in our naked play. I started licking Steve’s body. I licked his balls, his penis, his belly button, his nipples, his armpits, all the time calling him Lisa and talking about what I was doing. We were both very hard and excited. I then followed up by rubbing my dick everywhere I had licked him. “Oh Lisa, I want to fuck your pussy. I want to fuck your belly button. I want to fuck your armpits. Then said, I want.