I didn’t reckon on Zoe seeing through me so easily.” Grandma rubbed her bottom and then added sullenly, “I hated it.” “ I got a hard on wat...hing though.” “ I felt it. Well that’s the last time though for Zoe. I don’t want to be spanked ever again.” “ But I need you to deal with this,” Grandpa said, indicating his erection. “ Well I don’t feel like doing anything. My bottom is stinging, that’s all I know.” Grandpa asked, “Is there anything I can do to, you know, get you in the mood?” “. Her hand crept under her desk as if independently driven and, checking first to be sure that she could not be observed, she slipped it inside her skirt. She was wearing a skirt that buttoned in front and by opening one of the buttons, she was able to get her hand on the bare flesh of her swollen pussy.Brenda only thought she was unobserved. In fact, her teacher had a marvelous view of what was occurring. Behind the girl, on the wall to her right, was a mirror. From his desk, some thirty feet. Give me a second to note where I'm up to." No need. Just let me have the mouse for a few seconds."I took my hand off the mouse, partly out of surprise. True to his word, three or four seconds later Robert said, "Thought so. Thanks." The software knew what hardware it had! I'd never thought of that. That seemed almost intelligent. He closed the window, stood back, and asked, "Have you given any thought to where to place the new hardware?" Ahh, no. I haven't."We discussed that for a few minutes.. I had just turned 14 and Pam was 15 (almost 16). Pams dad worked for my father on the farm and they lived in a house next to us. Since there were no close neighbors she and I had played together all our lives and were "best friends". Our bedrooms were both on the second floor and the windows faced each other and I had caught many glimpses of Pam in various stages of undress in the past couple of years. You can imagine the thoughts that ran through my young mind. I had kept this to myself and.