As I wander back to my office I can’t stop thinking about our conversation for some reason. Sandy and I have an understanding. We can say anything a...out anything. Because behind the nastiness and one-ups we’re friends, buddies. I can call her a whore, slut or anything else, but god help the next guy that does it. And of course she doesn’t hold back on me either. Last week she was bitching about something and I asked her if she was on the rag. And it turned out, she was. But on the rare. ’ ‘She did tell me it’s good food for cold days.’ ‘Shhh. I don’t want any more information. I want the surprise.’ ‘Me too.’ She smiled at me. When it came out of the oven I recognized it. When I was a kid my Mom made it in the winter. Mom called it Shepherds Pie. Lots of veggies, some condensed soup with a little water and a mashed potato covering on top. When I make it I add meat. Mom never did. ‘E’ had added a personal touch. Just before the casserole came out of the oven she crushed some bbq. He works his cock up and down in her hot pussy, now it’s starting to loosen up. He pulls it almost all the way out, then pushes it back in again. It’s large head spreading the walls of her pussy as it goes. She can feel the juices flowing from her and Bobs precum, as it slides back and forth inside her love tunnel. Then she feels Bob tense, his cock start jumping and jerking, the head feels like it Is swelling to about twice its size inside her. ’I think I’m about ready to come Sis” she. ”Now I was 18, worked out, played sports. But spanking Ginger never was a thought. But mom was mad and wanted her punished. So I walked over to the edge of the bed. Ging looked up at me with a smile on her face. I had never spanked her before, so she wasn’t worried about me doing it now. Mom yelled, “Go on, Donny! Do it! Spank her ass!” With that, I raised my hand up as high in the air as I could and brought my palm down, right across her naked little bottom. For a split second,.