In fact, Ella was so contrite she gave exactly the answer Becky wanted. "I do deserve a spanking, Becky, and know you are the right person to give it ...o me."Becky took it as her granny's full acceptance and looking around saw the wooden backed hairbrush on the dressing table and went over and picked it up waving it at her granny.Ella was momentarily very worried and pleaded, "Surely not here, Becky. Please can you spank me when we get back home?"Becky put her hands on her hips looking really. “Okay. So what do you want for dinner?” You stop and notice my expression. “And just what are you grinning about?” “Surprise me, “ I say, sticking my tongue out. You stare at me. “Are you up to something?” “What? Besides dying from hunger?” “Oh, you!” You grab a pillow and throw it at me. “Lucky for you we don’t have any dog food!” “Woof!” I say to your retreating back. After waiting ten minutes, I quietly enter the kitchen. Engrossed in your preparations, you don’t notice me. I stare at you. He was ... Harry.I loved Harry and mom raised him. Dad did too, but while mom taught us dad was working. Staying late to earn all of those Benjamins to fund our privileged life style. I know that’s a real ‘first world problem.’ I missed him and he missed a significant part of our growing up.I get that while half of the sophomore girls at the University of Miami are schtupping ... My filmmaking professor taught us that word, I love it. Carol is schtupping Harry. This morning we shtupped in the. After a few minutes, I finally got the trick. I pulled out, then up. Then her bra hooks slowly turned and fell open. I pushed the head of my cock on her denim covered ass.I left a big wet spot on her denim skirt. I then yanked down her skirt. She quickly kicked it it the side. I looked down to see she was wearing some huge old fashion white panties. I moved the tip of my cock forward. I was pressing the tip of my cock on her white silk panties. She let out a soft moan. "That feels nice Buck.".