‘Shit! Check the drier while I do my hair.’ Clark left the room. Her hair was nearly dry when she caught him staring at her in the mirror. She gla...ced down, blushed and toed the door closed. ‘You find them.’ ‘Just jeans.’ ‘Where are they?’ ‘I don’t know, dear.’ Jen finished with her hair. She dug in the drawer once more, then the laundry basket. Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hells were they? She had to have like a hundred pairs. She’d have worn crochless if she could’ve found them. ‘We’re runnin’. “Peter, I know you are a master at the boys’ place that has moved to the big house over by the river but would you deal with my Clare for me?”Ann explained what the problem was with Clare and Peter said he would be pleased to help but suggested she had a sound spanking first. Ann stood to go and thanked Peter.“But, Ann, if you wish Clare to be spanked do you not think you should know what it is like too, yes?”Ann was flustered.“Well, Peter, I have been caned a number of times but a spanking. Besides, she knew her labors were needed for the care and tending of the small child and she felt an obligation to her charge in true babysitter’s pledge of responsible child tending.Dolly tended to believe that at the end of her fourteen days in the nudist campgrounds, she would no longer be a virgin and in all honesty that was entirely agreeable with her and she welcomed the opportunity to grow-up into technical womanhood. She took her bathing costume with her only for her mother’s eyes so. It was certainly a lot bigger than anything she’d encountered before. Putting his cock in her mouth, she let her tongue swirl around the sensitive glans, and was rewarded by a deep moan.Simon pulled her up and led her to his bedroom, laid her down on the bed and ripped off her knickers, tearing them down the seam. She ran her fingers up and down his cock as he placed it on her stomach where it reached an inch past her belly button, and his balls hung heavy down to her pussy. Taking his weight.