I took one of Tiffany reluctantly bending over the table. I adjusted her, so her nipples were flat and pressed hard against the kitchen table. She lay...prostrate at the very table she ate breakfast cereal on the day before. Tiffany had plenty of reasons to complain or whine, but she was stoic and passive. It was as if my sister was mentally preparing herself for her new reality obeying me around the house.Tiffany was about to have her first real cunt spanking, and I was going to give it to her.. "But... uhm, didn't you want to pay for the gas?", she asked him, as she was trying to stay professional.His grin grew bigger. "Oh, yeah. When I entered all I wanted to do was just to pay for the gas and drive on to the city, but I certainly did not expect a babe like you working here!" And in fact he too was examining Nicky.Staring at her young, large tits, her slim waist and wide hips, he continued: "You are looking fine as hell... Nikky." (He had looked at her name tag on her stretched. I bounce the ball up the driveway, so as not to surprise Jerry's sister.What kept you?" she asks when I round the corner."I was just..." Want a Coke?"I nod and she motions for me to follow her inside the house. I look over at Miss Jones house, just to see if she's watching. She's not."What would you like to do?" Jerry's sister asks. We're in the family room.I shrug, feeling foolish. She tries to knock the ball out of my hand and I grab her arm."Foul!" she says, grinning at me. I drop the ball. She and John, Marshal's son, had announced their engagement.Since I was in town, I decided to spend some time visiting with Marshal and his wife Peggy. It was good to see them, but Robin's passing was still a sad thing that we shared. John and Beth were there. Beth stayed with John to keep him on the straight and narrow. I wasn't sure how much help he needed, but this was an easy place to stumble, so she stayed by her man. When I saw them, I spent some time catching up with them. I saw others I.