Robert and Erin travelled to London where Robert called in the finest dress makers and had them reveal as much of Erin as was decently possible, her c...eavage swelled above the dress and Robert could not take his eyes from her he dressed her perfection with emeralds and diamonds. The carriage arrived around the front of Lord Albert’s residence, and Robert handed his wife up into the carriage ready for the court they rode in the carriage Robert felt under his wife’s dress, she was wearing. The cries rose in pitch. I began spanking in earnest, slapping quite hard all over his bum and upper legs. He began to beg as the pain grew. “Oh, Miss Janine! It hurts! It really hurts! OWW! Oh, I’ll be good. Please, Miss Janine, don’t spank me until I cry! It hurts enough already, believe me! I’ll do my homework forever, just please stop! OW!” The punished boy bounced quite vigorously on me, his cock still erect. It jabbed me, and I felt his balls slap against my thighs. I decided to prolong. Soft and smooth to touch, but hard enough to not bend or yield to squeezing. Instinctively I began stroking it as I was studying it. WIth my other hand I grabbed his balls and began playing with them. They felt like two lemons in a carry bag. Uncle laughed at the discription, and added, “only, these lemons have a juice that is sweet and not sour”. I smiled. That was the moment I fell in love with a man’s cock. I kissed it from under.Uncle was quiet for the most part as I was studying his cock. It was a Friday night that I had nothing to do. When I walked in the cottage after school, I was greeted by my mother in her knickers bending over in the hall. When she heard me she straightened up and I could see that she was dressed in a nice white blouse and had white nylon knickers on."Oh, hi, Mark," she said not at all embarrassed for being in her underwear. We had gotten relatively comfortable around the home with each other. I slept in my boxers so I was often in my underwear in front of.