She actually blushed."No problem. I just asked about your clothing preferences." I don't have to tell you anything." she said, her voice very low, alm...st timid now."No you don't. But you're going to, aren't you? So come back over here and talk to me. You're not wearing anything under those slacks are you?" You really expect me to tell you that, don't you?" Uh huh," I nodded.She reddened even more and bit her lower lip. "No." She voice was so tiny I could hardly hear her."Then you did remember. He wanted to help her with it. He smacked her ass again. And again and again. Hard and fast. Each time she responded with a high pitched wince. He ran his fingers over the red skin, feeling it exude heat. In the silence she couldn't hide a sniffle. “Don't hold it in,” he whispered to her. “Crying is not a sign of weakness.” He spanked her again, hearing her cracking voice call out. He smacked her some more, slowly but still hard. He stopped and knelt down behind her. He listened to her cry as. " Carly admitted. "But I don'tlike to see people fighing with each other." And with that, Carly bleweach of the young women a kiss and in almost an instant the two womenkissed each other full on lips and walked off together as if they werelovers."I doubt the two of them will thinking about cock anytime soon." Carlychuckled to herself as she walked into a new pub.Carly found a table, lit up her cigarette and watched as men and womenof all ages got drunk and got up to sing karoke. Carly had lived. I felt a little shocked and embarrassed at myself, at least partly because she is young enough to be my daughter and I have never knowingly flirted with a girl before. What really surprised me was the fact that she seemed to like the attention from BOTH of us, not just you," Natasha answered, still somewhat taken aback."Well, I'm pretty sure that she's bi-curious now, even if she wasn't before today. We will probably have to take charge of her initiation now. After all, we have to finish what.