Sherry was now sixteen and I was seventeen. Our birthdays are only two days apart, so we have a big dinner with cake and presents on the day in betwee.... Dad took the occasion to point out that in another year I’d be heading off to college, and he asked if I’d been thinking about which schools I would apply to. I think Sherry and I both experienced a sense of loss at that prospect. I think Mom caught on to our mood, but Dad didn’t. But then why would he, since he still had no idea that we were. I grew to be a more social person, I had parties and lived my life. Behind closed doors I scoured the Internet for pictures and videos about spankings and whippings, never mentioning about it to anyone.It was maybe around that time when I identified myself as a "Sadist". I also noticed that my sadism was of a very precise and limited kind!Spanking and whipping - even very severe - aroused me greatly. But any other kind of violence or method to inflict pain didn't do the trick.Cutting and. There was a deep moan from Charlene’s side of the phone when she finally yelled “I’m cumming!” Steve knew he wouldn’t last any longer. His cock began the rhythmic twitch it always did before releasing hot cum. “I can’t hold it!” Steve yelledCharlene continued making sounds that belonged more to an animal than a human. “Oh Go..” Steve couldn’t finish what he was going to say. His cock had become a fleshy fountain that sprayed thick, white cum all the way up to his chest. With each blast of his. I felt Sue’s rapid intake of breath followed by her contented moan. Her nipple hardened and she kissed me even harder.I used my hand around her shoulder to find the zipper on her dress and eased it down to the middle of her back. With my other hand, I began to caress her thigh.Sue began to moan even more, “Oh Jack, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”It was time for the unwrapping. Realizing that women are uncomfortable with teir own body image, I turned the lights.