When he assured me I'd gotten the blood off my face, I cast about awkwardly trying to figure out how to wash my hair without climbing in entirely."Let...me." Huh?" I'm always so eloquent."Roll onto your back, and I'll wash it." I'll fall in!" Not with me right behind you. I won't let you fall, Sierra."I trusted Alistair, but was still a little nervous. I reluctantly turned, sitting with my back to the stream, and he waded up behind me. He put his steady hands on my shoulders and eased me back; I. I always referred to him as daddy and mockingly scolded him for spying on me in my underwear, what I had failed to notice was my wardrobe malfunction, both my petite breasts had lifted free from their cups as I raided my arms and I was treating my poor sex starved father-in-law to a free titty show, which he of course devoured as eye candy considering the huge age difference.He even asked for permission to take a quick photo, emphasizing it was his personal use only and I posed, still with my. Her mum had already gone downstairs and Melanie followed with an increasing concern about the pain she would soon have to endure, although fully accepting it was her own fault. She got to the dining room and saw her mum was already seated on the normal dining chair she used for spanking and which was turned in to the room. It was then that she saw Jenny, the step-mum of her own best friend, Emma, and they had the same spanking regime at their house.“Hullo, Jenny,” Melanie said, biting her lips. .i reached into my trousers grabbing my cock which has the hardest ive ever felt it i starting slowly stroking it feeling myself already about to explode then all of a sudden she turns round i moved and ran downstairs quickly did she see me?.Later that night i couldnt sl**p thinking about what i had seen i went downstairs for a glass of water passing the dirty washing basket i looked inside to find a pair of her mothers dirty panties i crept downstairs into the living room sniffing them and.