My cock popped loose and stood striaght out. "Oh Uncle Norm," she exclaimed as she grabbed it. "Can I kiss it like you kissed me?" I could only nod. ...nd she did, ever so tentatively. And she licked it too, as I stood there. Oh my god! I would have to teach her someday how to give a full blow job.I leaned down over her and started kissing again. I wondered if she had ever tasted her own musky juices. We soon collapsed back onto the sofa. I was on top, my cock trapped between us. I started. For those four years, I was never able to turn his eye or catch his attention. There was always another "more punk" and prettier girl who could. I always hated those girls... They were beautiful works of punk-rock art. I could have never come close to any of them. A few weeks after my Senior year ended, I was 17... Jason texted me to come hang out at "The Barn", a friend of his who lived out in the sticks, on a bunch of land perfect to ride dirt bikes and four-wheelers. There were always large. " Melissa, it's unfair - talk English," I ordered her. Her look changed from fear into mad-ness. "Verdammt, Lola, er hat deinen Freund umgebracht. Dein eigener Vater ist ein Killer!!!" she almost yelled. Tears shot into her eyes. I looked another time at James, who was obviously very fascinated by hearing her talking in German. "You better don't raise that voice, young lady," I threatened her. What was she thinking? "Fick dich, Lola!!!" I heard her say with anger in her voice. James gave a. I was made to adjust my position as Bob gave instructions on moving forward or getting my feet positioned, and keeping my head up to look at the people watching, each order accompanied by several hand slaps on my bum. Art had moved over so I was able to see his smile, making my position all the better knowing my husband was there and approved.“Gwyn, it’s time you got your bottom paddled. If you cry or squirm that’s OK, but remember the rules about standing or covering your ass. This is going to.