She needed help moving someclothes from the attic. She told me they were Carrie's stuff from a fewyears ago that she was giving to Good Will. The boxe... didn't seem likethey'd be real heavy, but we both struggled with them, like we were bothsuper weak. As we worked getting them down, she was like rubbing againstme, you know? And being super sweet to me, and telling me what a cute boyI was, and how much she loved my long hair. Carrie had been telling menot to cut it for the last six months, and I. I decided that I needed more information before doing anything that drastic and I headed for the house. I was half way there before I was overtaken by caution and I went back to my car and got my tire iron. I quietly let myself into the house and went from room to room, but the downstairs was empty. I heard a sharp cry from upstairs and I headed that way. There were noises coming from our bedroom and I took a firm grip on the tire iron and headed up the stairs.In the doorway to the bedroom I. *** Just a short hour later, Paul had finally been dropped off at home without any further issues springing up. She had woken him up and he was able to walk a bit better after some rest and made his way into his house. Neither spoke a word to one another as he left. Then, it was time for Jessica to head home. As usual, she knew there was no way she could go back home dressed the way she was, considering the remote possibility of her family still being awake. Regardless, that wasn’t a risk she. “Now young lady” he used those words again. Probably seeking experienced male control of a spirited hussy. “Don’t think you can flash your eyes at me and get away with it...I think you need a real alcohol education.” Pan curious of course had to ask: “Just what you have in mind...Daddy?” And the way she said ‘daddy’ was so sweet like instantaneous fellatio. “I think a spanking for a start you brazen l****a...bend over the bar...NOW”Well Pan knew daddy was serious but she up for trying something.