It was in april when we finally moved to Nizza in aunt Annies big house and I was at least happy to have a chambre that had agreat view out on the med...terranean sea. Shortly after our arrival there I got used to sit on the bench of my window and watch the ships and boats go by. Xavier, the gardinier of aunt Annie, quickly became a friend, but I still was mostly sad about the death of my parents. As time went by I lost my sadness bit by bit and I built huge castles at the beach beyond our. Betty began to get uncomfortable and she started to squirm. She knew from experience that this would encourage Paul but she couldn't help it. "OW! Not so hard," she complained.Paul stopped and suddenly Betty felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Master. It was just so hard." She just lay there waiting for instructions."I am going to finish and this is going to be a real spanking," he told her. Then he resumed and it quickly became obvious to both girls that he meant it. Her bottom started to turn red and. Ken walked over to her and told her he was going to show her how to dance really sexy. He got behind her and put his hands on her hips. He was towering over her and guiding her body to an suggestive dance. Her hips were swaying, knees bending, her whole body moving to the seductive sounds of the music from the radio. Ken’s hands were all over her, manipulating her lithe form into an arousing display. Clearly it was arousing because I was very excited by the performance.Grandad started dancing. When she finally looked my way again a wicked grin appeared on her face. She nuzzled up against Erics neck and told him something that made him instantly look my way and smile.As if on que they both walked over to me. She introduced me to him formally. He shook my hand and said I was a very lucky guy to be married to such a hot wife. I asked my wife if she was having fun and she said more than ever. As she leaned in to give me a kiss she told me that Eric got her so wet that she was practically.