”“And did you?” I asked.“He said, sure, I like you touching me,” Jen went on, “He said, its ten on each and I shouted, no it’s twenty on...each sir.”Jen told me that he started spanking her firm breasts and again, each spank got harder as she counted down and by the time that he had reached twelve, her breasts were stinging. And when he reached fifteen, she could feel the tears in her eyes and he again asked her if she were ok to which she said yes and for him to continue.“He stopped briefly and. “SAM! Breakfast!” He heard his father calling up as he rubbed the sand from his eyes“Coming” he yelled down as he slumped his way out of his room.He entered the kitchen and plopped himself on a chair.His father dropped a stack of pancakes on the table as his mother looked up from the newspaper.“something the matter, sweetheart?” She asked.“The Senior Prom is Friday night and I don’t have a date, let alone a dress…” He said as he played with his fork.“You could always go by yourself…” She. Does it feel nice to you?” Keith could only nod his head. He seemed to be struck dumb. All the while he was rubbing my wife’s pussy, she had managed to slip her hand under his and was squeezing his erection through his trousers. He hadn’t lost his erection from earlier, a sign of his youth and also his enjoyment. In a way I was jealous of him. I was wishing that I’d had someone introduce me to the world of sex in such a fabulous manner as he was now experiencing. An older, totally experienced. Halfway through an image of Marcus' cock plowing back andforth between them flared up into my mind and I came to with a jolt."What's wrong, did I burn you?!" yelped Abbie."No, it's okay!" I quickly replied. "Think you just caught a knot," Ilied."Oh, thank goodness for that," she sighed, putting one last twist in myfringe. "All done!" I turned to look at myself in the mirror and Abbiestepped back to look at my reaction. As I've said before I quite like myhair, and I quite like it shoulder.