At first I was startled, my mind completely on the story, but then the warmth and softness of his lips made me kiss him back, our mouths lingering. I ...as savoring the moment, but just as his tongue opened my mouth, I pulled away and sat up and caught my breath. “ What's wrong?” he asked, his bewildered eyes staring at me. “ I don't know. I didn't expect that. I was so into my story. You surprised me.” He reached for my hand and kissed my fingers, then, in a soft voice, said, “I want you in. " "Oh really?" I ask, with I'm sure a very smug smile on my lips. He asks me if I could give him a proper back rub. Oh, like I haven't heard that one before. Funny he feels the need to make an excuse when I am already all over him. But he's playing the game according to the male tradition. I don't mind, I do enjoy the thrill of the chase and conquer, but I understand he has a role to play in at least pretending he's the one doing the pursuing. I ask him if he has a place nearby, which he does,. They got red in a hurry, and he finally stopped stinging them. My nipples stood up straight and true, and I was even more turned on. I could feel the juices trickling down my thighs. Off we went again, and I continued to feel the sting of leather on my ass cheeks and my pussy lips. We reached the footbridge, which was about the halfway point, when my uncle demanded that I stop once again. He discovered that his riding crop was all wet from slapping my aroused pussy. This wouldn’t do, he told. Driving into town, late the second night, I observed that things had not changed all that much. Some of the store fronts downtown had received a facelift and new street lighting had been installed and that’s about it. My old neighborhood was exactly as I had left it six years ago. Pulling into the driveway of my old home I grabbed a small bag with my belongings, having already shipped most of my gear home. I climbed the familiar steps to Mom and Dad’s front door. Glancing at the Thomas’s home.