He obviously wanted to be sure it was done right."If you need anything, you just have to ask, understand?" I asked."Thanks Sheriff," he replied.I foun... Detective Eddie Simpson on the phone. I waited until he finished his call then asked. "Eddie who was driving?" I can't be sure yet, but the car belongs to Rose Briggs," he replied."Do we know, if she was driving?" I asked."I can't get in touch with her. She did call in a half hour after the accident to report the car stolen. But I can't get her. His teachers were so impressed and kept asking Susan how had she had accomplished this.Susan: I cannot tell them the truth!Richard: Why not?Susan: k**s his age are not supposed to be spanked.Richard: Maybe I am doing more than spanking him.Susan: What are you saying?Richard: When your dad spanked you, did he go further?Susan: (Face turning red) Absolutely not!Richard: Did you want him to?Susan: Maybe… (Quietly and softly).Richard: I think you and your son are very much alike. Would you like me. The whole reason we had gotten thetransformation in September was so that it would be winter, and we'd bewearing bulky winter clothes, and not have to put on swimsuits or blousesor what not. Granted, it was March already, and not really cold outside,but we still kept to a basic regimen of jeans and t-shirts."A skirt, Maria?" I asked, incredulous."Andy said he liked that," she offered as means of explanation. I didn'tpress the point, and we got to playing.Maybe my mind was elsewhere, because. She felt his hands rubbing over her buttocks and move lower to the juncture of her legs. She took her hands off her hips and bent forward, placing her hands on her knees, to allow him easier access to her womanhood."Take off your shorts so they no longer stand in the way of my friend's hands on your ass or fingers on or in your pussy," her lover ordered. Diana straightened up, slid the shorts down to her knees and bent back over, feeling that strip of cloth as it pulled tight between her pussy.