”“And I like spending time with you. So there you go, problem solved. And it’s my treat, and you do NOT owe me anything for it except to be my f...iend and enjoy yourself.”“Thanks,” she said. “Shall we get some lunch from the falafel stand?”“Yes, but I could do without the «frieten»,” I said. “Even with my morning exercise and all this walking, I’m not getting enough exercise to eat that many potatoes!”I stood up, and extended my hand, Karla took it and I helped her up. We walked hand-in-hand to. . and then to more daring things, such as exposing oneself in public, playing with food before cooking it and serving it to partners, and ordering the other to have sex with strangers and recounting the story to the other… so that they could masturbate while the ‘loser’ watched. They had never met, but they loved each other dearly and knew all the others’ nuances and foibles.One game recently Eve had won 3-2… and two of the games had been VERY lucky. She had played badly, but had won. ’ She studied his expression. He glanced at her and smiled. She wanted him to screw her hard—in her husband’s bed, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the shower, on the floor, right here, right now. He seemed remote, as always. She wanted him to at least touch her. He made no move toward her. She slipped out of her dress without moving away from him. She opened the patio door, walked to the pool, slipped off her sandals, her panties, her bra, and stepped into the pool. The water was cold.. Anywhere, other than over her brother's knee. She yowled in pain."David! David, stop!"David's right hand came down with a resounding smack, making the flesh of her bottom compress and rebound, making Jennifer howl again."David, please!"David spanked her again.Bare-bottomed, her jeans and panties down around her knees, Jennifer's rear end bore a profusion of white-rimmed hand prints. They tattooed both her cheeks equally, and David spanked her left cheek again."Owww!" Jennifer wailed. Tears.