He patted her bottom.. no he spanked her and she did, then ran. She thought about it a lot, was going to tell mom, but never did. It was her mother on... night that started the change. Revealing her true place in the family, her true character. It was a bit of an accident. Joan had come home from a business trip, tired out. Steven, and Edward her husband were lost in the tv, watching a game. Joan snapped at her daughter to bring her favorite pick me up, a gin and topic, and Emily had brought it,. .." I smiled and slide my hand between her legs. She inhaled sharply as I rubbed her pussy lips and pulled my hand away, looking at my fingers. "I guess I am a little wet." She giggled and blushed, placing the book on the nightstand. I smiled back at her as I moved from under her and laid beside her. I pressed my lips to hers without warning, my hand back between her thighs, rubbing her pussy lips. We kissed deeply, I licked the bottom of her lip and she opened her mouth slightly. She wanted to. It won’t be the first time I’ve done this and it certainly won’t be the last. I feel his hand on the cheek of my arse as we leave the pub behind. We laugh and giggle and I love the way he squeezes my bum periodically. My orgasm is standing to attention now. It knows there will be an end to it eventually. Every touch fires me up. My senses are in a different world. I can feel what is happening, but my mind is already ten moves ahead of me.Expectation is everything. In my mind, I am already being. Let the fate of the catamiteWarn the youth who reads this poem, lestHe, too, end up like the rest,His buttocks smeared with semen white--Or a man may prefer oralSex, so that his lover's lipstickShall be supplied by the same prickDenied, by choice, pleasures anal.No matter which, the youth must bearSemen between his sleek buttocksOr, in lieu of laurel leaves, his locks,These tresses of his golden hair,To be with pearls of sperm adorned.Young men, you would do well to heedThis story, lest you,.