I was working steady and it was a pleasure to walk to the station every day. It looked so good and everybody said so when they came by. After a while,...Eleanor started giving me clothes that she said didn’t fit her right or didn’t look good on her. It was amazing how they seemed to fit me just fine. I finally figured it out that she was trying to help me, but it didn’t feel right. One night when there was just the two of us, I had a long talk with her. She admitted she was buying stuff for me.. Without being disciplined Makaela’s conscience ate at her. It was only after a hard thrashing and becoming a broken sobbing heap on her mother’s lap that she truly thought she had paid for her crimes. Her mother loved her with all her heart, but she showed no leniency. She spanked as hard as needed to make the lesson unforgettable. She didn’t care if Makaela couldn’t sit for the next week or so, she cared about her well being. After a long spanking she would take her sobbing daughter in her. There was a small gap between the caravan and the bush I managed to squeeze along until infringing of the illuminated window, my dick was twitching immediately, there on the bed was Alan with his shorts around his ankles but with Harriet stood but bending right over sucking him, he was moaning and she was slurping! I could see everything! Her tight ass in the air, her juicy smooth pussy facing me, she was wanking Alan hard now , squeezing his balls as her lips went down on his thick cock making. An itch I never realized I had was scratched, in a way I had never known before. And I just wanted to curl up and hold her, falling asleep in her arms.Fuck!I fought away the lassitude that was starting to take over, and after kissing her for another 10 minutes, softly whispered that it was time for her to go home. It struck my heart how hurt she looked, but I caressed her face and said I had to return home, as I had another identity and never stayed here for the night.She seemed to understand.